I jogged over the Kemah bridge this evening. It wasn't the sunset jog that it can be... It was however overcast, steamy humid, and hot. Its not getting cooler anytime soon either.
It was a hard jog. My body was tired, my calfs ached, and my iPod shutdown on me with 3 miles to go so I ran the majority of the jog to the rythm of semitrucks and annoyingly loud Harleys. To make matters worse, we have a sweaty breeze from the southeast so I had the pleasure of running into a 10 mph sauna fan for the two miles home. So, no, this was not a beautiful, sunset cruise over the bridge where I watched dolphins frolic in the channel below while pelicans skimmed across the bay. My jog today was hard.
But, then it was all over, and just like that I am back in my front yard trying to catch my breath. I thought, could this be a lot like fatherhood? Sure, there are hard times. Its ok if it isn't fun for a while as long as you know that you have the discipline and endurance to survive those unpleasurable moments. Eventually you find yourself lounging on your couch (as your wife dilligently works on baby shower thank you cards) thinking about how good your legs feel now, how proud you are that you didn't give in and turn home early, looking forward to the good jogs but ready to take on the hard, sweltering jogs that you might come across again.
I am not sure exactly how hard some of fatherhood's paths are, but i know that i have the strength, determination and supporting cast to make it through those days. More than anything though, I look forward to jogging the entire trail, the good and bad, with my beautiful wife as we successfully raise our first son.
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