I've been working really hard lately getting ready for my first race in 4 years. Just a local 5K but it's a goal race where I'd like to set a new PR and then focus on increasing my distance to be ready for a 10K late in the season. My easy pace is creeping up and my stamina is the best it has been ever.
So when my 11 year old daughter asked if she could tag along for my weekly long run Saturday I was a little hesitant to say yes. April is exceedingly athletic. We haven't found a sport that she doesn't excel at and we've tried. But she is 11 and surely a grown man can out last an 11 year old little girl. But after a fair bit of trying to talk her out of it April and I tied up our shoes and headed out the door.
As any kid would do April took off like she was fired from a gun. Over a short distance there is no way that I would ever be able to keep pace with her. I called out and reminded her that we had planned on 10K and that we should run at a pace that we could hold for the entire trip. So she slowed down for dear old day (rolling her eyes the whole time).
I figured the best way to not push the pace to hard on her would be to strike up a conversation so I could keep track of her breathing. So I crack the cheesiest joke I could think up. She giggled at me (not with me) and started telling about school and friends. Never losing breath for one sentence. The whole time with me reminding her that I'm old and fat so we need to slow down.
The two of us finished up 9K in just over 56 mins. A decent clip for me. We high 5 (yup I'm a nerd) and I head in the house to get a drink. My wife asked me almost immediately how it all went. I responded with a "it was great but April is going to be tired."
Wrong she's out front playing road hockey with the boys kicking butt and taking names.
Oh to have young fresh legs!!
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