(Yes, I'm trying to whet your appetite!)
Flash
forward to the afternoon of Sunday, June 10, 2012. I was walking out the front door with my
grandson Krischan (just over three years old) when he looked at me and said ‘I
want to run like you, G-Pa.’ Three
things immediately came to mind: (1) That sentence was music to my ears; (2)
I’m pretty sure my heart just melted; and (3) If Krischan wants to run then
gosh darn he was going to.
I
dropped everything and instructed Krischan to run to the bush on the far side
of the front yard and back again.
Instead he took off and ran around the circular stone flowerbed in the
front yard. Not only did Krischan
instinctively run the course in a counter-clockwise direction, he also
displayed an almost flawless running motion (a virtually still head, a forceful
and driving arm swing and an even pace) that his G-Pa has NEVER displayed. Krischan proceeded to run exactly…four…laps. Once he finished he walked over to tell me he
was tired…and immediately returned to the flowerbed and ran another four laps,
a virtual carbon copy of his first four laps.
He walked back over to me and said yet again that he was tired, and this
time I knew it to be true, as he was beginning to perspire and breathing a bit
heavier than normal.
I
told Krischan how proud I was of him and that I would take him to a real track
the following weekend. I asked him where
he learned to run so well and…well, he just giggled as only
three-year-olds-who-know-how-to-melt-your-heart can do.
Later
that afternoon I measured the circular path Krischan had run around the
flowerbed. Exactly 75 feet. In other words Krischan had (instinctively, perhaps?) run exactly
100 yards.
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