- They certainly will … you can bet your ass on it!!!
When I am driving, I often look in the rear mirror and see my two little sons, aged 7 and 5, staring back at me from the back seat with their irrepressible cheeky grins. And every now and then, I would lean slightly toward my wife on the passenger side and whisper: “Honey, you notice those two boys back there? Who are they and where did they come from?”
It is one of the many running jokes between us since we have become parents. Indeed, I often find it incredulous that we have children, given that my wife and I still behave like ditzy teenagers who probably wouldn’t get a job as babysitters if our lives depended on it. Continue reading
What can a slack runner say in response to that?
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a whole month since my last run.
Go on, my son.
For some reason, I have a real bad case of the guilt. Which is funny, because I have never promised to run for anyone, nor does my lack of running adversely impact anyone.
But I take it you run for yourself. Perhaps that explains the feeling of guilt, my son … that somehow you are letting yourself down. That’s perfectly understandable, especially given how much energy your have expended into this particular hobby in recent years. Continue reading
Where are the groupies?
I have been Jogging as a Dad in WordPress since October 2012. Whenever I turn around during this journey, I have been amazed by how many kind strangers from all over the world are following and cheering me on.
One of the very first people to do exactly that was another blogging-father who lives in South Africa – that ‘left cheek’ of the ass-end of the world, as opposed to the ‘right cheek’ Australia which is where I live. Continue reading
2 weeks ago, I ran a half marathon.
I finished in 98 minutes, more than 5 minutes off my Personal Best.
I had mixed emotions at the end of the race.
On the one hand, I was satisfied with the run, especially after the confidence-sapping efforts of my last race – a marathon in which I walked the last 6-7 km due to severe cramping. Continue reading
“Hey Mikey, how are you doing these days? Everything good, I take it?”
I never know how to act in front of Jules.
As someone who occupies a pretty important position, his colloquial demeanour can be quite off-putting. Still, we’ve known each other for some time now and I have learnt over the years to feel more comfortable talking to him, especially when no one else is around. Indeed, I’ve even come to calling him Jules, a rather disrespectful moniker that I doubt anyone else would dare to use.
“Oh, pretty good. Thanks for asking, Jules … Actually, I lie. I’m still recovering from all that time spent dealing with David“.