This morning my youngest son surprised the heck out of me! He'd been asking to go for a run with me the last couple of days and this morning I was able to oblige. We drove Owen across town to his baseball practice and then were going to drop Malks off at my Dad's while I was supposed to run home. Instead, I couldn't say no when Malks asked if we could run together to his Grandfather's house. I figured he'd give up after a few hundred metres, maybe a kilometre at most. But he ran the entire way and completed 4km at a good steady pace! Amazing stuff. He was very proud of himself, but not as proud as his parents were of him.
I then ran a bit of a roundabout route on the was home for an additional 13.4km to complete
17.4km on the day. Although I ran a lot faster on my portion (4:59/km average pace, 8:01/mile) I did not have nearly as much fun as I did when running with Malcolm. What a terrific training partner!
I think he had fun also. And in the end that's the most important part.
Labels: running
3 Comments:
That is so awesome. Someone must have a good role model to look up to!
Well, I AM 6'4" tall...
But in all seriousness, I absolutely love that it was his initiative and that both my boys view running as a positive activity and a privilege, not as a form of punishment, which is the way I looked at such exercise when I was growing up.
there are some great moments as a parent, and that was clearly one of them
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