Becoming the Margenau’s

People always talk about how over time they act more and more like their parents. What I find scary is that not only am I becoming more like my parents but so is Lindsay! On some level I think it is Linds who is driving this change. Both of us get up early in the morning, like my parents and as regular readers know Linds does this to go running. Scarily like my parents.

Fortunately Linds is not quite as crazy as my parents who run at 3:30 am, yet. Now somehow I have roped myself into running too! What? Kyle running? Must be some bad joke. Really it wasn’t much of a run this morning but it was the thought that counted. I say not much of a run because Linds has got a bad cold and I am developing a good old chesty cough so there was more walking than running but of the 2 or so miles we probably ran a mile. Did I mention my legs hurt?

The end result of all this madness is for the two of us to do a 10 mile race in April. I don’t think I have run 10 miles since I was 10! At anyrate I need to lose a bit of weight and there is no time like the middle of winter (it was 31 F this morning) to test your resolve. I’m still climbing and that’s great, but being able to do pull ups with just your finger tips is not the same as a good cardio workout. Besides, losing the weight will help my climbing.

Back to turning into my parents. I guess if I had to turn into someone my folks are a great option. Both are upstanding citizens who did a good job of raising their kids.

I kow my mom would rather I wasn’t a teacher because of all the BS that goes with the job but she is an admirable example of what a good teacher is.

My dad is by far the most honorable and upright person I have met as well as an awesome example of what it means to be a man in today’s world. I would also like to believe that like my dad I could retire in just 45 more working days but I suppose there is that whole 30-some-odd years of service to the government part I would need to complete.

I also know that the whole becoming your parent’s thing isn’t just getting Linds and I. Scotty, my brother, is also trying hard to be like the ‘rents. He is much more like my dad though, except he’s a mamma’s boy. He plays soccer, like dad, likes to work with his hands and repair things, like dad, and will one day be a phenomenal wood carver. If he could just finish a certain paddle…
The take home message is, if I had to grow up to be like someone I sure did luck out with good parents to model.

I hope you and your loved ones have a great Christmas and New Years.

Now I am off to nurse my sore legs with a couple of 12 ounce curls and some football.

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