I'm a pretty even-keel, content kind of person. I can take almost anything and come up with a smile, and there's very few things that I dislike with intensity. Actually, there's only two things I can think of that I really, honestly, and truly hate. We're talking hate, as in those two things are vile and disgusting. What are they? Raw oysters, and running. *shudder*
The last time I tried a raw oyster, I was in a really fancy restaurant, and it took every ounce of will power to not spit that thing back out on the plate. And running? I ran all the time when I was a kid, and I guess I used up my lifetime supply because now I can't stand it. I run for the train. Maybe.
There is a point to this, which I will be getting to shortly...
It started out as a jog, which is not fun but still okay. I guess. But he did great! I let go of the bike a few times (still jogging next to him so he wouldn't know I'd let go), and he didn't fall. Then he started weaving around all over the place and stopped.
Oldest: "The bike is really wobbly. I feel like I'm going to fall down."
Me: "I've got you. I won't let you fall."
Oldest: "But why is it so wobbly now?"
Me: "You slowed down. If you go faster, then the bike will be steadier."
Me: "Yeah. You have to go fast enough to make me run."
Oldest: "Oh. Okay."
Me: (!) Did I really just say that out loud????
He did go faster, and we went around in circles for an hour. Yes, an hour. I ran for a freakin' hour! I'm still shocked by this. But he kept getting better, and by the time we decided to pack it in (really, it was when I could no longer stand up), he had ridden on his own a total of eleven times. And he didn't fall down once. I'm so proud of him!!!