Today my son and I raced up a hill. It was a decent hill; a dirt track with loose rocks, tufts of grass and scattered leaves.
We started together, and he immediately pulled ahead. I watched him accelerate as my body slowed. I pushed harder and made minuscule gains, before he stretched his legs and left me panting in his dust.
Hours later, I’m still feeling it. He hasn’t let me forget he beat me, either.

It’s good to know that one’s offspring are doing good, although it can hurt a little when you realize they can beat you.

@odd I can’t understand why I felt so confident before we started. He destroyed me. 😂