Just Like The Secret Service

I wouldn't have gotten up to run this morning since I ran yesterday and am still in a injury recovery plan, however I still got up and ran a mile with my daughters.

They both are running in a meet tonight and their coach wanted them to get up and run a mile before school just to shake things out a bit. Since they normally get up at 5:30 to get ready for school, this meant that they needed to get out the door shortly after 5:00 AM to get the run in and still have time to shower and get ready for school.

I won't let them go out alone on these non-lit roads at this time of the morning, but even with each other I am still very uncomfortable.  I woke them up at 5:00 and got ready myself.  I just put my shoes on and some warm clothes.  I didn't put a watch on or any of the other normal running gear since it was only going to be a mile.  As we walked out the door I did grab one piece of my running gear - the reflective vest with flashing lights.


The mile was over before we knew it, and we were walking back to the house.  While this was all taking place I couldn't help to think that in some ways this is what it must feel like to be in the Secret Service working directly with the President.  If the President wants to go running you get to go running with him to protect him.  It doesn't matter if it is a rest day for you or if you are just not feeling it that morning; the President wants to go running and it is your job to protect him.

In my case it is not the President, but it is my job and privilege to love and protect my girls.  Protecting my girls is not a monetarily beneficial position, in fact it is quite the opposite, but I still didn't give it a second thought.  There are some things we do not need to be paid for and protecting our kids is one of them.  Did I want to run this morning, even just one mile? No.  Did I enjoy the run? Yes. Am I glad a went with them? Absolutely!