Humble Pie

Yesterday afternoon I was feeling a bit cooped up and twitchy from not getting enough exercise so I pried Kenrick off the couch and we both went outside to run up and down our hill a couple of times. We jogged a lap around our property to get warmed up and then found a spot along the fence line where we could run up the slope towards the neighbors shop. Now, our hill isn't the steepest in the world, and our property really isn't all that wide, but I figured that if we sprinted the hill say, 10 times, we'd get a decent workout.
"We'll call every other start," I told Kenrick. "I'll be first. Readysetgo!" And off I sprinted.
"Hey!" he yelled, caught off guard, and sprinted after me.
I beat him up to the top.
That was the only time.
Did I mention that I haven't gotten enough exercise lately?
As I was staggering back down the hill after our fifth trip up, I exercised the Old Guy's Prerogative to Change The Rules and declared that 8 times would probably be sufficient to get a good workout.
The rest time between sets was increasing; "Ready. Huh, huh, huh, whooooo. Set. Huh, huh. Go!"
Kenrick seemed relatively unaffected. I'm suspecting he was playing with me on the last sprint - every time I'd start to catch him he'd bump the speed up just a bit to stay a step ahead.
Dizzy and weak, I stumbled back inside and sat down to take my shoes off. I can already tell that my hamstrings are going to be sore. And I'm starting to feel my lunch a little bit. Kenrick casually kicked his shoes off and flopped back down on the couch next to his brother to see what he was doing on the iPad.
I think we've got some ice cream in the freezer that would go well with Humble Pie.