Ever since watching our Olympic cyclists, R has had the bug. I sewed a wee seed about how a marathon distance would be an Olympic achievement for one so young, and he took that seed and made it grow. Each trip I returned from work to the call "can we practice for my marathon dad?"
Last trip, we made it up to 16+ miles on a lovely Sunday morning, and he didn't struggle, so we decided, all in the name of school fundraising (and now that's taken care of this year too after this!), to have a crack at the marathon itself.
The "loop" where we live measures 5.3 miles, therefore 5 easy laps takes us past that Herculean target with some to spare.....whilst never being too far from home or a cafe. Worked a treat too.....
Before we set off, some pre-start checks.
Off we go. It's about 4 degrees in the sunshine!
Lunch given free by a local cafe. A hearty plate of warm stovies and milkshake keeps a boy motivated.
Some well wishers en route offer their support
One of the neighbours has an Olympic lap marker
He did ever so well today. The first 3-4 miles went ok, despite the cold, but then we hit a long straight in the shade. I must admit, it reminded me of cold winter days motorbiking, my hands were bitterly cold. He started to cry and I thought I had broken him. We pushed it the remainder of the lap home, changed the cycle gloves for wooly ones, and a few other winter warmers, and off we went. He managed very well afer that.
Well done Son.
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