6 am start. Boy #1 wanted to run with me, as extra conditioning for soccer. I was pretty fired up about that. Since I am at a low-ish point running wise, there would be no pressure to acheive anything here, just to enjoy running with my son. I noticed we were moving pretty quick, so at 3/4 mile deep, I timed the next mile. 7:35! Whoa! I knew I was working, but the pace was conversational for the kid. I timed the next mile, and we dialed it back, because I was getting worried about re-aggravating the left hip. 7:46. Not as dialed back as I was shooting for. So I took the lead for the last 3/4 mile, to set the snail-turtle-sloth pace. He tolerated that until the last 100m, or so, where he dropped me to the finish. I
am fairly certian KNOW this kid will beat me at next year's St. Paddy's Day race.
Convince yourself that everything is alright, 'cos it already is, 'cos it already is.