Running Up That Hill

You may not believe me when I say this, but today was another smooth-sailing kind of day. Not unusual for some people to have two reasonably calm days in a row, but for the Ropko house, it's been a long time coming. Heath actually came out of his room this morning, completely dressed in the day's clothing. (Well, outfit one of three. There was a painting thing. And a mud deal.) Everything was backwards, but they were on, and he did it without a word from me, completely his idea.

Got a little run in. I just remembered that I have another trail race next Saturday. A little 5ker. Should be a hot one.

Speaking of hot one, we headed to the pool after naps today. The sun was broiling down on the little pool when we first arrived, but after twenty minutes, the sun moved on and we had a lovely shaded spot. There were quite a few other kiddies there to swim with. In fact, Heath came away with a new friend girlfriend. She turns 4 in July. When he told her that he is a construction worker, and his baby sister is a princess, she smiled knowingly and let him know she is a "real" princess, too. Heath was pleased.

Stella befriended a little gal who just turned two and enjoys giving out her share of pinchings and shovings. When the new friend was removed from the pool by her mother, and asked to sit in a chair for a moment, Stella clambered up into the chair beside the offender, an act of solidarity, for sure. I would say it was a successful break--hands were kept to themselves from that moment forward.

Mark's Grandfather Mountain marathon is on Saturday, so we will be packing up and heading out for Boone on Friday afternoon. Heath told Mark tonight that he wants to run the marathon with him. I'm still not sure if he meant actually run the race, or have Mark push him in the baby jogger. In either case, I'm packing the double jogger and running up the mountain just in case I have to rescue someone.