Good For My Heart

I overslept my morning CrossFit class this morning, and thought I’d slip out for a quick run before the kids were up, but I walked out of my room to fine 5-year-old Peter waiting for me.

“Are you going to the box? Can I come too?” He asked.

“No, baby, I’m going on a run instead.”

“Oh….can I come run?”

I looked at the eager you’ve-been-busy-and-I-miss-you look on his face and said, “If you put on your shoes.”

He beat me to the front door, and flung it open. “I’m getting to run!” He yelled from our front porch.

As we set off on a half mile loop through the neighborhood, he chattered about bug bites and his best friend before asking, “Why do you run?”

“It’s good for my heart. Lots of people in my family had sick hearts, and this keeps mine healthy.”

He grinned an impish grin and said, “And me…. I’m good for your heart too. Right, Mom?”

oh, my goodness, yes he is.