Ran 5 with Marsha, the mother of one of my daughter's soccer teammates. She's older than me by 4 years, and looks better by far--really strong, lean, and atheletic. I assumed she was a life long athelete based on that fact, also because of what a great soccer player her daugher is (I was assuming genetics played a role). Also, she's training forRagnar in Las Vegas in October. So I met her at 6:00 and we chatted while we ran along the road. But toward the end she got sort of pooped out, but kept on truckin' to the very end. When we were done, she asked "how far did we go?" I looked at my Garmin and told her we'd gone just 5 miles. Her eyes got really big and she said "I've never run more than 3 in my life!" Oops. Well Marsha, you have now. Our average pace was 9:17, it was a great run. When we talked about running her concern was how FAST I ran, which I assured her was not very fast. But we never really clarified how FAR. I hope I didn't scare her, it's hard to find a good a.m.-in-the-dark-consistant running friends. Came home, got the kids off to school, and ran another 2 miles as fast as I could (which didn't feel very fast, I feel tired). I just keep thinking about the 3 day weekend ahead. I so need a break. | 