This was supposed to be an easy run. It started out that way. By mile 2 Jack was fussing a bit. By the turnaround, he was all-out crying. By mile 4 it was earsplitting screaming. I sped up quite a bit in an effort to get him home quickly, the poor kid. He's never had a bad run; usually he falls asleep during the third mile. No such luck tonight. Couple the screaming baby with all the stomach churning over the marathon this weekend, and I was plenty antsy! No Garmin for this easy run, so it's anyone's guess on the pace. |