Sports and bad weather

My sporty alibi asked me to drive him to his training this afternoon.
That meant to drive ten miles to Seida in Tana, to meet young athletes.
I felt how old, stiff and not so sporty I had become. I always feel this way when my son is training.
I scratched my chin with worry, when he made a hundred push ups.

Outside the weather was changing. And the road was very slippery. I had to drive very slow back home
And finally home I gave myself a beer. After all my effort was at least something...