Waiting

Years ago when our daughters were younger, Jan and/or I would take them to soccer, softball, horseback riding or tennis lessons. If we weren't coaching it seemed natural to stay around during practice, watch, wait, sometimes reading a book or being really weird and running around the perimeters of the fields ourselves (it was a great way to fit in our own workout, but still "be" there).
So Saturday, too tired from my own run and biking with Jan 10 miles to the Brockport pool, I found myself once again on the sideline, watching and waiting. This time the wait was not for a daughter, but for Jan, as she added 90 minutes of swimming to her 150 minutes of running and 20 mile total bike ride. In a strange way the episode brought back a lot of memories.
Oh, and I was also reading a book, Mitch Albom's, "For One More Day", which, being about a father greatly influencing his son on playing baseball and mother/father/daughter/son relationships, seemed somewhat apropos.

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