I'm a soccer dad, and have been for a while. Yet hardcore soccer parents still drive me nuts. Sometimes I wish these extra sideline coaches would just shut the hell up. Because trust me, I've seen the looks on the kids faces and the crap their parents are yelling is NOT helping!
Here are some of the stupid things they yell. Some of it makes no sense at all (like "use your body"). And some of this stuff makes a bit of sense ("Center it!"), but the parents repeat it so often that it no longer has any meaning for the kids. It's just background noise.
My oldest son ran in a fun track race at his school yesterday. He wasn't sure about it, but I talked him into it. So we trained for a couple of weeks, going on jogs together. And yesterday he ran 1 mile. I'm pretty proud of him.
Saturday the family and I went to see the Ottawa National Wildlife Refuge near Lake Erie. That was a really neat park. Not too far from home, either.
We saw 4 snakes that day. Just plain Ohio water snakes, but still pretty cool. The first two were sunning themselves on branches above the water, and dropped in as we got close. The third must have been enjoying the sun too much, because he wouldn't drop in no matter how close we got. Here he is:
Yesterday I ran 10 miles again, the 2nd time in two weeks. My legs are really sore today. It's kind of amazing to me how much energy those long runs can drain from you. Took me 92 minutes.
I am super happy because my older son who is 9 told me he would like to run in a 1 mile track race at school. That's awesome! I will be cheering him on.
I've been playing through Dark Souls again. Only this time, playing through co-op with a friend. I love that game, but it's definitely a lot more fun playing co-op. That at least gives you a chance against invasions.
Anyway, here's a hilarious video he sent me. (Warning: Strong language, NSFW!)
I've got a lot of Xbox achievements, but not nearly enough real life achievements. On Saturday I ran 10 miles for the first time. Took me about an hour and a half. I feel really good about that.
About 3 miles in, it suddenly dawned on me that I had over an hour of running left to do. Oh well!
Around mile 5, my legs started complaining a bit. I told them to shut the hell up, and kept going.
At mile 6, I had to decrease my speed a little, to 6 mph. Then the Bee Gees came on the radio, and I got some energy back!
