We live (I’ve just discovered on my nifty iPhone Maps app) 2.2miles from our children’s school. Most of the time I drive the children there, most of the time I drive them back home again. Every year we join in with Walk to School Week. Every year we enjoy it. Every year we vow to continue (‘so much easier, lots of fresh air, good to get fitter’). And every year we fail.
I really don’t know why we don’t keep up with it and keep on walking. Just over two miles is not so very far. It takes us around 25 minutes, with the boys on bike or scooter and me huffing and puffing behind them in my trainers. I don’t miss ducking and diving through South West London’s horrible traffic and having to back into impossible corners by aggressive drivers who feel their time is much more important than that of a mum in a people carrier. I like feeling a bit fitter by the end of the week. And I adore having the kind of funny chats with my boys that just wouldn’t be possible if I were getting all stressed in the car. Here are today’s highlights:
You can cheat on Walk to School week and go part of the way in the car and the rest on foot. I’m not sure parking around the corner from the school, as I saw some parents doing this morning, is quite in the spirit of the thing. Call us smug but I think after a two-mile walk the special stickers being given out have been earned. Walking ten paces seems a bit lackadaisical.
Son two has just returned from school, with bike, having been dropped off by another parent who lives on our street. I asked him what he liked best about the cycle ride this morning. ‘Trying to find dead fish in the pond’ he responded.