Ethan
Dad and I were dressed in matching white shorts and a pair of black tights protruding up to our ankles, white cotton socks on our feet and sports shoes, black hoodies covering our heads as we ran side by side in the well tarmacked elegant neighborhoods, behind us the guards in a range Rover with bottles of water and our phones. It was an inaugural Saturday morning workout. We had run close to half a kilometer and the strain on the muscles was evident, having skipped training for the entire week due to the dance dad was trying to get me back to a hundred percent for the upcoming competition.
"Keep up old man" I teased stealing a quick glance at him.
"At your age I wouldn't be straining after half a kilometer"
That was a verbal TKO really. There was no comeback from that so I kep
