Today I wanted to just get a short run in. I told William we would only do a mile just to losen up. After a bit of procrastion he was ready. He kinda just walked around the house looking for his stuff. I was thinking "come on man, we could be back already!". After a slow start he started moving faster, he even ran a long stretch without stopping, until some dogs started barking at us. We stopped, streatched, and turned around. On the way back, I was going to ask him to run a very long streach without stopping, about 1/4 mile. He was almost to the end when he started to slow down and I told him, "Come on man, why would you stop when you are so close to the end. That voice that is telling you to stop is the same voice that says, "Hey lets go get fast food for lunch!"" He started to pick up pace again and finished without stopping anymore!
After the run, he set the goal to run a 5K on New Years' Day for some more motavation. I said "That's a great idea! You can so do it! You ran a 5K yesterday!" He replied, "What how long is a 5K?" "3.2 miles," I said. "I am so going to kill that F-ing 5K!" William said with excitment in his voice.
Now only if he keeps to this goal; this is going to be easy...
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