Ari doesn’t have the patience for me to pull out the car from the sidewalk and drive him back home from after school. So, he runs like the wind.
Impatience genes from his Mom.
Running genes from his Dad.
Well, all is well that runs (pun intended) well!
I lost track of how many marathons and relays he has run.
I lost track of the medals he has garnered.
I lost track how many pictures I have clicked.
I lost track of the countless runners the boys have cheered and hi-fied.
I lost track of how many miles I have chased him in my car.
I lost track of how my spirit soars as I watch the power of the human spirit from the sidelines.
I lost track of all that.
It is a blur.
However, today was special for many reasons:
- Kumar’s first marathon after our move to Austin.
- Kumar shared the trail with 2 friends who were first time marathoners.
- Adi was in the front row passenger seat helping me and his aunt Rema navigate the road blocks…so, we can meet and cheer for his Dad and Uncles.
They say running a marathon is an experience that’s difficult to put into words.
I wouldn’t know about that. Because, I have never run.
However, I know how it feels to chase a marathoner.
I know how to meet him every few miles.
I know how much of navigating around roadblocks is required.
I know how it feels to hear thumping feet.
I know how it feels to cheer for strangers.
I know how my spirit soars as I watch the power of the human spirit from the sidelines.
I know how my heart skips a beat when I see him.
I know how tired he must be.
I know how he will always start sprinting when he sees me.
I know he will raise his hand to hi-fi my outreached hand.
I know he will be more proud of me (than I am of him) because I got there to cheer for him at almost every mile.
It is quite a experience. Chasing a marathoner is an experience that’s difficult to put into words.
The boys and I have been chasing runners at Primos Run since 7am today.