Running for What
So I strongly encouraged my fifteen year old son to try out for the track team. Why? Because I felt he needed to be involved in something other than video games. He needed to work on his social skills. Sufficed to say it’s not something he really wants to do. But he goes to track practice, halfheartedly I might add, but he goes.
I mean if you see this kid you would know that he was built to play some kind of sport. At least that’s what I think. So he ran in-door track this past winter. He didn’t do so well. However, I told him he had to stick with, so he tried out for track and field and surprise, he made the team. Why? Because I’m telling you looks like he should be play some sort of sport. That’s what we all think.
So two days ago I went to watch him run in the first mete of the season. I was so excited. I’m screaming for all the kids on the team. They didn’t have to be related to me, I didn’t care, and encouragement is good, no matter where it comes from.
So it’s my son’s turn, he’s running in the four by one hundred hurdle. So he starts off fine, he’s in front, but as he makes his way around the track he starts to fall back so I started yelling at the top of my lungs, but its seems as though the more I yelled the slower he ran. By the time he got to the finish line he was at a very slow jog. I swear, I thought I was watching Ms. Daisy run. So now how do I motivate him? Now I think I’m going to have to bribe him to run faster. What do you think?