Weekend after weekend, I never did.
And the amount of guilty feeling is getting bigger every single day.
So, last weekend I finally got my butt on my long abandoned-bicycle. Being hesitate at first, as it was cloudy and I was not really in my mood to cycle. But Haris, my son, was full in excitement and I can see a very big smile on his face. Thus, off we go.
On Saturday, we went for 10 km cycling and to my surprise, Haris didnt complaint much. He enjoyed the moment. He even cycled leisurely, without showing any sign of becoming tire.
Mr Haris |
To begin, its always the hardest. But once you are already on it, you will always looking forward for the next course.
So, on Sunday I decided to do another round of cycling. I told Haris that I am going to cycle, this round the distance will be expanded. Haris was in doubt, as he said his leg muscles were in pain after the first cycle the day before. I said, just relax at home and join me some other day. And I can enjoy my cycling alone.
No. He didnt take the bait.
After we performed the Asr prayer, we start to paddle to the main road. I told Haris to be extra careful, worrying he will less alert on his surrounding while focusing to get on track with me. I slowed down my speed, so that he can catch up.
He keeps on surprising me.
He trailed me less than five meters from the back, and never request for a rest, except twice, both when we climbed up a higher ground.
And, he managed to run three rounds when we stopped by at IIUM Male Sport Complex's running track.
Drink more water |
Father and son's selfie |
Our bicycles need rest too |
Go Haris, go! |
On our way back |
Haris, abah so proud of you!
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