Wheels

My son doesn't have legs... I've come to the slight conclusion that they more so resemble wheels. I haven't quite figured out how those things work yet though, honestly. This is coming from someone who can down 5 miles on the treadmill at the gym, turn around and get outran at the park from her 7 year old. It's hard to tell how he gets his speed and it's merely an art in secret of his own. A concoction of long little legs, momentum, and some quick thinking... put it all together it's my S. Stink running. He usually looks as though he's flying with fluttering legs. He tells me it's one of his favorite things to do, bless his soul. Well he's good at it. Those wheels got him 1st place for the second time in a Running Club race last week. I screamed and turned into that mother freak when I heard his name and saw him walk up to get his blue ribbon, even though he and I both had already known deep down where he ranked. I could tell when my sweaty-headed boy came up to me with that smile after the race. I kissed him on his tuckered out salty cheek as he was eating his otter pop, and can you believe he politely got an extra one for mom as he got his. Still thinking with his heart after a long race. Love that kid...