running....

A couple of weeks ago the Capt and our Boo-Bear decided to start running in the morning. They run a mile and a half at 6am. uh-huh, you read it right. 6 in the a-yem. My girl is becoming all fit and feeling fine. The other morning I was having a cup of coffee and enjoying the morning immensely when they came in from a run. I was feeling so full of love and happiness ( I can hear you gaggin you know!) that I put my foot right in my mouth and told them that I would be joining them from now on. If Boo-Bear can do it every morning before school then the least I can do is support her efforts.
I
Am
An
Idiot!
Do you know how early 6am is!?!?!!!!! Do you know how often I wake up in the middle of the night and look at the clock to see if its time???? Oh, about eleventythousand. How many days have I been running with them you ask. 3. 3 looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong days.
This morning I woke up and it felt like someone had taken both of my legs off.....stomped on them and then re-attached them. I hurt. I hurt bad. Did those two give me any sympathy??? No! They just looked at each other and smiled like "Oh how cute is she!" Then they took off for their run.
Now I must explain right here that I don't actually run "with" them. It's more like behind them. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay behind them. And I really must confess that I don't actually run. Oh I start off at a good pace but then somewhere around minute 7 my legs kinda slow down. My arms still are going good but my legs pooper out. Actually, I gotta say that I probably have the ugliest run this side of the Pecos. My heart is mighty though and I keep on truckin.
Do you think my daughter is so full of love for me because I am supporting her and that she falls at my feet every morning in gratitude?? Nope. She says to me....every morning..."Mom, I saw you walking!!" and "You have to keep going! You won't get any better if you walk!"
I am off to bed now....6am comes really really fast.
sigh.