Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate,
We sat in the chair together, Max
beside the just decorated Christmas tree, watching movies.
You ate a popsicle – and then leftover tater-tots from lunch, your knees pulled up to your chest.
I sipped coffee and stretched my tired legs out on the ottoman and thought about the miles.
– All the miles that pass while training for a marathon. All the miles in the predawn hours. All the miles and the hours and the dreams I come up about our life while I’m out running.
I think about the way my legs feel at night when I try to fall asleep.
You wiggled, tucked your shoulder in beneath mine. Breathed out heavily, maybe a little bored stuck inside the house with your dad while your sisters played with friends. I think about the slowness of sitting with my boy and that timeless perfect pace I can’t stop or control.
The movie’s background noise: Harry Potter fought a dragon. I wrestled time.
I stared at you while you crunched on the popsicle, the perfect shape of your face.
I love you,
TRAINING: TAPER WEEK 1 OF 3
Wed: ran 3 miles
Fri: ran 6 miles
Sat: biked 21 miles
Sun: Ran 12 miles