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Ok, so the title is “kicking kid ass” but it really ought to read “how my kids kicked my ass on Mother’s Day”.
I had this great idea that we would spend Mother’s Day together and I could pick whatever I wanted to do. Sometimes I’m a moron cuz I picked hiking.
I figured since I’m the only one out of the 3 of us who has any experience hiking up mountains I’d be so much better at this then they are.
Stupid athletic kids. After my yells of “It’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon” fell on deaf ears (perhaps because they were so bloody far ahead of me they couldn’t hear me yelling!) I gave up trying to coach them. I figured they’d burn out and be super exhausted about half way up and then I’d make my move.
No such luck.
The little buggers are clearly half mountain goat. This wasn’t any easy, eastern region type hike either. This was full on, British Columbia mountain stuff.
On one hand I’m proud of them, on the other I’m thinking that all those hours I spend at yoga and in the gym are not paying off in the way that I need them too.
I mean, come on! They’re 11 and 8. What am I going to do when they’re 16 and 19? Perhaps by then they’ll be able to carry me up?
Hmmm, I may be on to something here….