Varmint comes home from school today, excitedly chirping, “Mom! Mom! Will you please do the Rockville Run Amuck with me? Please?”
Her eyes were sparkling and full of hope. Her smile was huge. Her hands were clinging to me in a very pleading and pathetic way.
“I don’t know,” I eyeballed her warily, “What is it?”
“Not anything you couldn’t do, well,….with a lot of help!” (She has confidence in me, obviously.)
Turns out it’s a 5K obstacle course with mud and rivers and string mazes and costumes (if you want to wear costumes). She then informs me in very impressed tones that “you have to duct tape your shoes to your feet or else they’ll come right off in the mud!”. Golly! There’s a selling point for ya!
Sure, sign me up. ‘Cause when I think of things for a middle-aged, overweight, ventral-herniated, arthritic-kneed, whiner to do, the first thing that springs to mind is a mud-filled 5K obstacle course.
So I did what any other loving-mother-who-doesn’t-want-to-disappoint-her-child would do. I encouraged,
“Ask Troy, dear. He’ll do anything if you promise him a beer afterwards.”
Her email to him is already sent. Do you think he’ll be a good step-dad and take her up on this bonding experience? We’ll just have to wait and see.
Personally, I think it would have to be a damn good beer.