Monday, March 5, 2012

My boy

I had another session with my 11-year-old personal trainer/drill sergeant tonight. I didn't get called "Maggot," exactly, but he has his own a way of making it clear that anything less than 100% effort is not acceptable. ("See my face, Mom? See all this sweat dripping down it? You're hardly sweating at all!") He's also off-the-charts competitive. ("I'm a tenth of a mile ahead of you! You'll never catch me at that rate! Remember when I beat you in those sprints last summer?") The little lunatic's heart rate on the treadmill actually hit 200 beats per minute. Frankly, I don't know if that's even healthy, but as I stared at the reading in horror, he reacted by throwing his arms in the air and shouting "YEEESSSS!"

Anyway, we did the eagerly awaited 1-mile run, 1-mile bike, 1-mile swim triathlon. And we both high-fived and hugged when it was over, because that is actually harder than it sounds.

Can't wait to see what he has in store for us next time.


  1. I'm really enjoying these posts - how fun!

  2. I am so proud of Michael! I love the competitiveness in him.