A mile with my 16 year old son was all it took to get me motivated to run this evening.
I admitted around 5pm that a cold glass of wine was far preferable to a run around the block and I was thinking about wimping out.
He didn’t accept that, and for some reason (a post GCSE need for a little exercise, or a must get out the house today feeling?) or other he told me if we got going before 6pm he would run for 10 minutes with me. I was changed in a flash (he stuck to T shirt and chinos) and we set off. I told him we’d manage at least a mile in 10 minutes so he re-negotiated a mile or 10 minutes whichever came first.
To start with he mocked the easy pace I started us at. He could walk as fast as that. I pushed the pace to show him what I might normally run at. He was happy with that and we ran along together for the first half mile, Ed asking if we’d been 5 minutes yet so we could turn home. (He’s definitely more of a sprinter than endurance runner. But maybe with a little training?)
Towards a mile he said his legs were aching (I think his footwear was too minimalist for pavement pounding) and we eased off and stopped at one mile a tad short of the 10 minutes. We walked the last bit home.
Having run one mile I was out the door, warmed up and well set up for my loop around the block only slowed by the 50% of pedestrians who are texting and not looking where they are going and bumping into two friends along the way.
A good evenings running. Thanks Ed.
Juneathon day 25
1 mile with Ed plus
3.1 miles around the block.