Tomorrow the little town of Poolesville is having an informal St. Patty’s Day 5K Run/Walk. When I saw the post on Facebook, I thought to myself, “Hmmm. I can do that.”
So I commented on the very public Facebook post that I would come. It’s not like it costs anything, and the only commitment is my word that I would attend. So if I were to back out, it wouldn’t really cost anybody anything. I love an open door. It’s so…non-threatening.
But I made the mistake of telling my kids I was going to do it. Remember that my Varmint and My Captain are signed up to do the Rockville Run Amuck Obstacle course/5K in late April. Critter could have cared less, but Varmint got a light in her eyes when I told her about the Poolesville 5K, and said she would do it with me.
Now I HAD to follow through. I don’t know why wanting to follow through and having to follow through are so diametrically opposed in my quirky brain, but they are. I hate feeling the have-to’s. But this is my oldest. My oldest who is constantly seeing her mom screw things up. Her mom who is constantly disappointing her. Her mom who is constantly embarrassing her. I couldn’t let this be added to the heap of let-downs.
So we are both going tomorrow.
Come on…it’s a run/walk! A walk in the sweet little town I love. If I can just think about that throughout the entirety, I’ll be ok. And I’ll envision my Varmint saying as she beams proudly at me, “Mom, you are SO cool! I’m so glad we could make this memory together! I wish I can be just like you when I grow up!” That thought will get me to the end.
That and the fact that McDonald’s is within walking distance of the finish line.