On Monday evenings I take my youngest to athletics. The first time we went I stood and watched. It was cold, and not that interesting, and I thought of other things I would rather be doing. The next time I took a book, but as she likes me to watch her I kept looking up, and lost my place!
Now I use the opportunity to exercise myself. I walk around the field adjacent to the track. I can see her engaging in her activities and I use the time to get fitter myself. Win, win. At first I was a bit self-conscious, and then I thought, if you can’t be comfortable doing exercise at as an adult at an activity designed to encourage children to get fit, where can you? So I have got over it. It might be a different thing when I start to jog, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.