It was our last of at least 40 ‘Super Circuit’ stations this morning. (Each station lasted 45 seconds with a 15 second break to get to the next station.) My oldest son was my workout partner.
We shuffled toward the home stands, tossing a big, blue medicine ball back and forth to each other. The wind blew and I could hear the ball smack him as I threw it at him. I can close my eyes and see the determined look on his face. It was 45 seconds I’ll never forget.
You only make memories when you’re truly in the moment.
For 12 weeks, I’ve watched him grow and improve. And it has been more than just physically. On the way home, I asked him if he had achieved his goal.
“Yes, I got in Line 2,” he replied. He started in five. Line 2 is the line that I am in.
“I also learned a goal can’t be achieved without some pain. But you break it into small pieces and focus on each part to get through that pain.”
I was starting to get impressed. I’m 32 years older than him and sometimes I struggle with that one.
“I also learned that when the coach corrects you, you don’t get defensive. You listen, say “yes sir,” and try to do what they are saying.”
I know a lot of grown-ups who fail at that one — me included at times.
His mama sure raised him well.
So after 12 weeks of watching my son workout, I have a lifetime of memories to carry with me. I hope he has a few, too — and that they are good.
I would have given anything to workout with my dad.
I’d like to coach that kid !