Just been out for a medium length run with my middle son, who is eleven. He's also sportier than Mr motivator, so he's so fit it's actually disgusting, and I thought I was in for a bit of mockery when we went out. But when we went out he was brilliant! I laid down some rules when we went out: we run at my pace, if he wants to stop, he taps me to let me know and walks home, and if he's in any trouble, he lets me know asap. So after we'd reviewed the rules we set off for a warm up walk, we started running.
We took a route I particularly enjoy and after a few minutes, Strava tells me were running a little faster than normal, so we slow a little and he tells me 'i prefer running downhill, it's easier!' and so it should be, he weighs about as much as an unladen swallow. We continue through the run, and the rain starts coming down heavier cooling us both down quite a bit. As we enter the woods, I can tell he's starting to tire, but he's a game lad so valiantly keeps up, and let's be honest, he's a lot fitter than me anyway! As we start at the bottom of the last hill, I can tell that my stamina work on the program has paid in dividends, I know this hill and I've faced it many times, but it's Jake's first fight with this monster, and I can see it's beginning to really hurt and he asks me if were nearly done. I tell him just up the end of the hill, and I shout 'RACE YOU TO THE END!' and start sprinting. Jacob however after a few steps, stops, as his growing pains really start speaking to him in a loud voice. So I go back and one quick cuddle later, the little sh*t runs off to the end!
We walked back in the rain and you know what? It was lovely running with someone else, and he really pushed my speed up so even though he couldn't cover the distance I would, that will get better in time.
He's a good lad. ππ