This mornig I woke up early and took my 11 year old for a "walk" before school (2nd time). He was such a little stinker. I expected him to be all drowsy and slow, and I'd have to be all encouraging. But the truth is that he bolted off like a giggling greyhound, like, why on earth would you walk if you could run? Then I had to lumber after him and I was NOT feeling it. I was all (in my head) "Hey, get back here, I'm not supposed to increase my mileage by more than 10% a week!!!!" Reason was totally lost on him. : ) Any fears that he will struggle to run with me in the morning have been assauaged. I'm not going to count this as mileage because it wasn't continuous running...more like spurts of joy, really.
Poor James. This evening we "ran" our 2 miles together and I was pooped. I was so pooped that I was dragging, literally, something was dragging and making a "swish swish swish" with every step. But I did it. James gets the points for being supportive of my slog-fest, and for teasing me only minimally. My mantra for the night: any mile is a good mile!
Tomorrow I'm going to sleep in and forgo the run with Sam.