Because of my injury, the usual Sunday Nehru Park excursion is missing. The young boy and I agreed that he would run in the driveway while I sat on the ledge.
Instead, when I woke up, I thought I could sit on the guard’s motorcycle and give the young boy motivation and company.
That is exactly what happened. We stepped out just before 8 AM to a lovely spring laden March morning. After a short warm up, off he went and me riding pillion.
It was possibly the most fun morning I have had in recent memory. He got faster and faster, with me yelling out splits for each driveway length. I yelled that Not Like Us was playing in the stadium stands while he was running, I yelled that his competition was catching up to him. He got faster, the bike got faster, and his sister clapped for each round looking mesmerised.
Personal best for six kilometres for him at the end – absolutely flying in the last few rounds.
A perfect morning.
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