Son is now on week 8. He said he’d like to do his first 28 minuter together (❤️) so I stayed on my bum periodically gazing out of the window at the glorious day and watched the sun go down, awaiting his return from school.
He got back and said he didn’t feel like it 🙄
He hadn’t felt like it yesterday, either. 😮💨
To be honest, I didn’t feel like it at this point, but the parent gear kicked in and I pointed out that I had been waiting all day at his request, so why didn’t we just do a 15 minutes run and see how that felt? Well, apparently 15 minutes doesn’t cut it, it’s all or nothing (a tad goal-orientated, but we shall work on that).
He opted for all, so off we trotted, a little too fast for me, a little too slow for him, but managing to chat about DNA, extra chromosomes, obesity, dentists, willpower… I lose track. He raced off ahead for the final few minutes and I managed to put in a 6:10m/km pace for the last 250 metres, which is reminiscent of the pre-knee surgery best 5k pace!
So all in all, a really good run. We showed grit! 🥳