I just finished a 1:30 minute brick workout (bike + run). And my son had just gotten his new hockey gear.
All I wanted to do was sit down, all he wanted to do was skate.
And skated some more.
I was – possibly – the worst hockey player of all time. Nicholas is fast approaching the point where I am not good enough to play.
And therefore, in spite of the pain, I played because sooner than I like he won’t want to play with me…