Rope Tower Of Death
This morning I decided to torture myself and get up at 7:00am so I could go for a 5km run with Casey and Dad. Casey is training for a half marathon, so she runs five days a week to work up for it. The first two kilometres were ok but then I started feeling sick because I had a build up of carbon dioxide so I had to stop. Casey kept going but Dad walked with me for a bit until I felt better. Then we jogged for a bit until we found Casey, who was trying to reach 5km. Then we made our way back to the house. I mean, I didn’t do that bad, but long distance jogging had never exactly been my thing. After I drank some liquids and cleaned myself up, we all headed out to a nearby spray park for a picnic lunch. It took us a bit of time to find a picnic table and, once we did, we sat down to eat right away. I got really excited because Dad had bought cheese buns for sandwiches. After we stuffed ourselves full
of food, (and Dad and Cody had a race on the scooters), we headed over to the playground/splash park area. Cody timed my climb to the top of this massive construction of rope and metal that probably breaks about eight safety regulations. It was really high up man. If I slipped, I probably would have died and there were five year olds climbing to the top of the thing. Children have no fear, I swear. After I became the most popular kid on the block because I had scooters and a dog, I read some of the Playmaker, a book I picked off the grade 9 reading list to do a book report on. We stayed until about 3:00pm before heading back to the house for a mishmash supper with a main course of pork chops. Then the adults went out to play some pickle ball and go in the hot tub, leaving us children at home. Peace out m8s.