I'm quietly hoping to teach my children by examply through my daily runs. I mean, having such a sporty mom, has got to mean something for their education? Right?
I want to give them the present of running as a means to feel better, gain confidence and find balance. It's one of my better gifts, if I do say so myself. And it looks like I'll have to because nobody else does.
One day I asked my eldest daughter hopefully: 'Hey Maartje, are you going to be as good and smart as mommy? You know, go running every day and all that?'
'No' she said decisively, 'because I think running is stupid.'
So I ran for half an hour to show her how well I deal with disappointment.
As a gift, you see.