While I was on the Treadmill

The young boy did a strength session. Time ticked along as I called out instructions for squats, lunges, push ups et al.

I could see I was frustrating him. But I was insistent for his form to be perfect.

That push up that looks like a straight plank of wood going up and down, that lunge that has all the ninety degrees down pat.

When he finished he gave me a hug while I was still on the treadmill with a bit of time to go. This feels just right. get the training right, even though sometimes I feel I am too hard and harsh. The end of it nearly always speaks for itself.