As much as moving/sweaty shuffling/running started out being all about me, I can clearly see it’s not any more.
Don’t get me wrong; it still is a fair bit about me. There’s the feeling I get when I’ve just punched that elusive PB square in the face. The euphoric wave that washes over me as I stand on top of the hill I once couldn’t run, watching the sunrise over the city skyline.
But like a gentle wave of osmosis I can see my little person becoming an OpMover. She has always been a mover; riding her bike, 10km rambles, school cross-country, hockey, but there’s been a shift.
When we went hiking all she wanted was to tell her friends she had walked a marathon. She knows the stats, she knows the distances.
She loved the Colour Run but told me she wants to do a proper fun run with me.
Before her cross-country she went to school with her desired splits scribbled on her hand.
I couldn’t be more proud.
All those times I laced up my trainers, all those times I snuck out before dawn to come back and wake her while sweating from every pore, all those times I stretched and lifted, all those times she stood on the sidelines cheering me, us, the OpMove team on.
All those times she was taking all of it in.
Whether it is getting your kids to a Colour Run, on their bike or scooter for Ride To School Day or out for a Sunday OpWalk, what we do, what we have come to love doing, is doing more than we realize.
Our moving has become their moving.
Emily likes to dabble in the occasional sweaty shuffle and this year is aiming for 4 half marathons wearing her OpMove top with pride each time. She also talks a bit of bollocks over at Mrs Sabbatical.