After our Girls on the Run 5K, neither E nor L wanted to ever run again. I didn't say anything, because I think the GotR program is great and I'm planning to sign them up again in the spring, but why have that fight earlier than necessary? Then, E asked A if he would run our neighborhood 5K with her. He had already signed up for the new 10K option, but I said I would run with her. I told her that we'd have to run at least twice/week and work up to two miles. The race is the last weekend in October.
She said okay. And this is how she's always been. Sometimes I have to force her to do things on MY time line - yes, you need to learn how to tie your shoes/wash your hair/make your own sandwich. But E works so much better when she's left to go at her own pace. When she decides - on her own - to do something, it WILL get done.
She has willingly, cheerfully gone out to run with me each time I've suggested it. She ran on my in-laws' treadmill when she was there last weekend.
The first time we ran, she started a little too fast (I was surprised at our pace, but followed her lead) and she got a side cramp, but still finished the mile. The next time, I set a slower pace and she did much better.
This is all great and I'm supportive of her in this endeavor, but my main point is this: I love that my daughter can say, "I want to train for a 5k," and I can say, "Yeah, I can help you with that," and then we go out right then and run a mile. This fitness level that I've attained - and keep challenging myself to improve - could be taken away from me in the next second. I'm so thankful for this body and all it can accomplish.