They talked. Non. Stop.
About the little stuff and the big stuff. About the stuff that they are loving at the moment and the stuff that is making them miserable.
A lot of the stuff I had no idea about.
When we're at home I'll ask them about their stuff and they look at me like I'm mental. They don't want to talk. They just want to do. They're boys.
But when I get them on their bikes next to me... The floodgates open. The stories POUR out.
I want it to be like this forever. For them to feel unlocked when we're running. Safe and happy to purge the stuff.
So I gotta keep running. I gotta keep running.