I know I’m out of shape…now I know just how much I’m out of shape.
Jogged with my daughter yesterday. From our house to the college track. things went ok, other than this interchange: “Does this feel slow to you, Talli?” “Well, yeah, we usually warm up faster than this.”
Rested up. Decided to try one 400 against her. She beat me.
Jogged home. Had to stop and walk twice.
My daughter is 11. E-lev-en! I discovered I couldn’t qualify for the sixth grade girls district track meet.
I figure I have a choice: either give up and sit on the couch with a half gallon of ice cream and chips ahoy for the next decade, or rise to the challenge.
I TAKE THE CHALLENGE!! I WILL WORK AND WORK UNTIL I CAN BEAT MY 11 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER IN THE 400!
Hey, a guy’s gotta have big goals, what can I say? (This is so embarrassing. If you would have told me when I was 11 that my big goal as an adult would be to beat an 11 year old girl, I might have asked you to just shoot me then.)