A Double

This evening when I came in the young boy was lounging around in football gear. He had had a couple of inter school matches and a camp session.

I pleaded with him to join me on my evening run – the second leg of my double run today. He looked startled at first and then put on his shoes.

You owe me, he said. I readily agreed.

Off we went in the cool evening and what seemed like a moonless night. Up and down the driveway after ages. We talked about a myriad range of things, not least his relatively new siblings.

At the last bit, he took on the role of a commentator with us as best friends racing for top position in the Boston marathon. For the last thirty metres, we held hands and finished together.