First of all, if you are allergic to stairs, don’t do this…for those who hike in Hong Kong, home of the concrete stairs, make that those who hike in China as it was the same in Kunming (tourist destination of concrete stairs), this is fine, easy, and rather rustic. No concrete.
Yes, we did it last Sunday. Me and The Kid. Mr. K. Age 10. I was really proud of him. He ran up and beat me by 20 minutes, and ran down and beat me again!
“Hey, Mom, let’s do this next week. Let’s time it. Let’s wake up and hit the beach and lift weights.”
A few months ago my uncle gave Mr. K some Navy SEAL videos, which have prompted a sporadic and fanatical approach to adult exercise:
“DROP AND GIVE ME 10!”
“Don’t yell at Mom. Mom doesn’t want to give you 10, okay?”
“You NEED to give me 10! This is about FITNESS.”
“I know. But right now, Mommy needs to drink coffee.”
We came back to the States fall of 2015 and the two of us have been up Koko Head several times together. It’s been a period of transition where we are doing the long family commute (Asia to HI), so the two of us have had to be a team when Stephen is overseas.
There have been three memorable climbs and I view them all as embodying the classic parent-kid dynamic.
1) Me telling Mr. K to push and get himself up the hill. Mr. K sweating it out and vowing to not do it again. It wasn’t fitness level. He was bored. Railroad track section? I hopped down and walked the dirt path. Mr. K said “Let’s not do that again.”
2) Too bad! Mom wants to! We did it again. K and pal hiked together. Pal at one point refused to move up the hill. I told Pal that he was way too big for me to carry, so he had better get up there. Mr. K kept up and was a good sport, encouraging Pal and keeping pace with the adults.
Railroad track section? Mr. K’s words reverberated in my head: I feel more brave with Daddy. This statement was prompted by a paddle out in Kaneohe when Mom didn’t really feel like casually swimming around once she heard it was a Hammerhead shark breeding ground. Sharks make me feel…tense. But him saying this really killed me. And of course, the next morning he was exuberant as he swam and saw a huge turtle with Daddy. Mommy was drinking coffee…
I hate heights, in fact, I can hardly deal with cable cars and I think this contributed to my inability to ski. I hated the lifts! Back to cable cars: All I can think about is that one that went back and forth in Malaysia, and then after I got out, how I mistakenly stepped on a Sultan’s yellow carpet as Stephen cringed, and then read shortly after how someone got beaten on the head with a golf club for disrespecting a Sultan. Or the cable car in HK that had ‘engineering problems’. Heights. Help! Anyway, acrophobia had to be conquered as I couldn’t have Mr. K thinking that Mom is not going to be brave. We walked the top of the railroad tracks together. No prob!
3) Mr. K beat me hands down! Railroad tracks—did them again. Confession: I can’t stand up the whole time on the tracks. Even if I am not that tall, it’s an extra 5 feet if I am vertical. Makes no sense, but that will have to be solved the next time.
“And don’t forget, Mom. I also ride a bike faster than you and run faster, too.”
“I want you to be faster. I’m your parent! That’s the goal!”