• Mommy?  How much longer?
  • We are 2/10 of the way!  You’re amazing!
  • Wow!
  • …
  • Mommy?  How far is 2/10?  Can you just tell me?
  • Gigi!  You know it’s…  I meant to say 2/5.  You’ve gone 4 miles.  I was trying to be clever for my seventh grader.
  • Just tell me next time.  Your brain is not functioning properly right now.

Oh how true.  Then:

  • I’m done, Mom.  Done, done, DONE!
  • Well…
  • Seriously.  How much longer?
  • We’ve gone 7 mi…
  • Oh good!  7 miles!  Just three more to go!  We can do that, it’s just a 5 K or three times around the smallest block…
  • …
  • MOMMY!  How much longer now?
  • We’ve gone 7.1 miles.  Stop asking.
  • I’m so over this run.

Finally:

  • Are we there yet?
  • Seriously, Gi, does it look like we are there?  No car!  No parking lot!
  • I know, but how much longer!  I’M DONE!
  • Well, we have a few choices: I can baby you, coach you or bully you. Which do you choose?  I can call Daddy to come get you, we can walk and review how amazing this has been so far or I can turn into your drill sergeant and tell you that you have to get back to the car, one way or another, so hustle!  Help me help you.
  • You don’t have to do any of that.
  • No?
  • No.  It’s just fun to complain a little.  I’m having a great time.  I mean, I’m over it, but I am running ten miles today no matter what.

And we did.


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