clock … watching time, the only true currency

The boy joined me this morning for the first road race using his own muscles. (His earlier efforts were riding in the jogging stroller, not always happily.)

The “Miracle Mile” was the right distance in the right location (Golden Gate Park). The crisp, clear weather (40+ degrees) meant hat and gloves for the boy — but he handed those to me just past the halfway point. He ran the entire way, only slowing once, and sprinted through the finish line…and beyond. (Little confusion about where to stop. )

This is a downhill, point-to-point mile, so the boy’s time of 7:30 was “assisted” by the landscape, but it was faster than I would have guessed beforehand.

I was glad to have an excuse not to race myself, since my back is still tender. But running alongside the boy made me a proud father.