An albatross about my person...

My daughter has decided that I am not training hard enough and now thinks that it is her duty to sit on my back and make me do press ups all the time shouting "Come on Daddy, hurry up!" Bloody slave driver keeps insisting that she doesn't want to go to nursery either but would rather "go running with Daddy. I am very fast." this is usually followed by a sudden burst of speed down the corridor/across the lounge etc. I haven't got the heart to tell her she can't come because she would show me up. I think I have got away with it, just, so don't anyone tell her okay.