So as the name of this blog says, I'm not only a fat runner, but I'm also a daddy. I have the two sweetest daughters in the world and a big reason I run is to be healthy so that I can live a long time and have energy to play with them. My oldest daughter just turned two earlier this month. She's been walking for over a year now and today she was running in a field with me. She likes to go fast (I know because when we ride our bike she goes "Faster!" even though I'm pedaling as fast as my fat legs will take us) so I imagine soon she will be running all over the place.
I remember when she first started walking though. She started off by pulling herself up with the couch. Then, she would cruise around a little cradle we had sitting in the middle of the floor. She would do laps around the cradle holding onto it and falling. A lot. We were proud of every step and marveled at the miracle of our tiny baby who only months earlier couldn't even hold her head up unsupported, now engaging in bipedal locomotion. Now we see her run and don't think anything of it. Yet, it's still miraculous. The engineering of the human foot and the evolutionary steps it's taken to get to this point are astounding.
Then I get out on the track and set the human race back 2 million years by Neanderthaling around the track for six minutes. Seriously though, I'm trying to remind myself that just like my daughter taking those first hesitant steps around that cradle, I'm taking the baby steps that will eventually pay off in miles and miles down the road. It doesn't seem like it now, but in months, I know I will be able to measure my time in hours rather than minutes and not even think anything about it.
Day four stats coming soon.
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