I was solo parenting, but it occurred to me that (a) I have an eight-year-old kid who’s fairly independent and (b) she owns a bike that can keep up with a few runners… right?
The plan was simple: bring the kid and her bike to Wednesday run club, let her follow the group out to the hill, plunk her down in the grass with a book, run hills, and bask in the awesomeness of multi-tasking while training. She wouldn’t be alone because we stagger-out as we do hills and somebody would always be within twenty-five meters of the kid as she sat there reading and watching her old man train.
Things didn’t work out exactly as planned.
First… it started to rain. In March. In Edmonton. Wasssap!?
Second… she brought the wrong book. That was not a disaster, but she wasn’t content to just sit there and stare into the wilderness.
Third… the crew has apparently changed the way they do hills in my Wednesday run club absences. This is fine, but it railroaded my “sit kid at the top of the hill” strategy, because what I thought was the top of the hill was now the top of the other hill across the little valley road that serves as our training grounds. The kids was left sitting about a klick away from what they called the top of their hill.
Fourth… problem three could have been solved by moving the kid, but I’d promised her up, down and sideways that she wouldn’t need to bike on the hill at all, and neither of us was in the mood to re-enter negotiations on that topic.
I did three hills, and watched from afar at the other crew did there thing on the far side of their hill. It wasn’t a total flop, but clearly some adjustments are required for future attempts at mixing up this parenting and training thing.