This past Saturday, my nine-year-old son and I headed out in the early morning with our dog, Benji.
I, of course, had my ruck on.
The plan was to ruck to a small hill about a mile and a half away to do some hill sprints together.
We ran up the hill twenty times, starting a new sprint every minute on the minute for twenty minutes. The hill is short and only takes about 9 or 10 seconds to run up, so it’s not too bad.
It was a fun, energizing workout. Which is exactly what a nine-year-old needs.
After our twenty sprints flew by, I told him he “got faster today“.
He liked that. He felt good about himself.
After our hill sprints, we took our time rucking back home. We walked by the creek, threw some rocks at the ice, talked, and had fun together.
I know it may not seem like much. But to me, experiences like these are everything.
Sometimes I get pretty sad seeing my kids grow up so fast. Days like this remind me, though, that there are a lot of cool new things we get to do together – as long as I stay young.
Had I been out drinking the night before, or had I not been in good shape, this morning wouldn’t have happened. None of the many adventures we have together would happen. And that would be terrible.
I’m not sure what our days would look like under different circumstances.
My guess is, though, they sure wouldn’t be as fun.