Pathetically slow run.
5:12 am, 31°F, 76% humidity, no wind.
Last night my wonderful 14-year-old son came up to me and said he had a deal for me. If I would run, he would run with me. We've talked about running together before, but he was never willing to do it at dark-thirty in the morning. So I asked if he would get up at 5:00 and run for about a half an hour so that he could be home in time to take a shower and get to seminary at 6:30 and he said yes, and so that's what we did this morning.
We both got up at 5:00 and were out the door at 5:12, which is nearly a record for me in terms of time from waking to out the door. We ran 3 miles in the dark and I was sucking wind the whole time. He commented on how hard I was breathing. I've gained a lot of weight in the past year and I haven't run in nearly two months and I'm terribly out of shape. But I did manage to run the whole way without stopping, so I guess that's something. He can run a lot faster than I can, but he's not used to the distance, so it worked out okay. When we had about 4 house lengths to go, I started running faster and so then he started running faster and his faster running was way faster than mine.
I'm a little worried because he says his knees hurt when he runs and I don't know what to tell him.
We're going to try to do this again on Thursday.
AP: 10:46. Splits: 10:18, 11:12, 10:52, 0.03 (my little spurt at the end) @ 9:28. | 