Today my son and I ran 65 minutes - probably about 9 miles, a medium-distance run for us - and my son had complaints about halfway through. Cramps or something. Itchy bug bites.
He kept wanting to stop, but I made him run through it.
Does that seem cruel? Well, he thanked me afterward, and was fine.
I guess the genius of fatherhood is knowing when to say or not say, "Walk it off."
