It’s Sunday, 3:54pm as I write this. My son is out the back with a couple of mates. He’s 21 and has just completed his 5th season of field hockey. Tomorrow morning at 6am he flies out to Cardiff, Wales to play another 6 months of hockey with Whitchurch Hockey Club.
I am very excited for him but obviously we are going to miss him immensely, as any parent would miss a son or daughter.
I have tomorrow off from work as I doubt we will sleep much tonight, partly because of what lies ahead and partly in fear of sleeping through the alarm at 4:00am!
He’s had a great year winning the best club person and getting the coach’s award. He was also the team’s top goalscorer. Most importantly, he has a great bunch of mates he has played with and become quite close to. So it’ll be tough to leave from both sides.
Clearly I am a proud Dad but he has still down well for someone who didn’t pick up hockey at 6 or 7 like most kids do. So he’s been playing catch up a bit. He’s had a lot of help from his mates and he’s learnt a lot, and had to, quickly from those far more experienced than he.
So his next chapter begins and we’ll be keen to see how he goes without his “fan club” (Mum and Dad) close at hand. I’m sure he’ll be fine.
I took off for a run after shopping in town today. It was 8kms which took 54-odd minutes. The shin hurt on the right leg and felt a twinge in the achilles on the left. Must be old age.
Anyway, it was good to get some running in and now, with the boy gone, there will be more time for it in the morning.
I plan to reset my goals so that I begin to achieve some of them (that’d be handy) and I plan to be a little more focused on the diet and the response of the body to the food it ingests.
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