Half a mile with my four year-old. He looked really comfortable. I didn't have to encourage him to keep running at all. His pace is getting faster, although I can't tell exactly how much. I am just surprised how well he is doing because he's always been my little guy with the least amount of strength. He was diagnosed with mild low muscle tone and needed physical therapy to learn how to walk (at 18 months) and jump. Now he is able to run a good 800!
A mile and a half by my self in the rain. Ahhhhh it was so beautiful. You have to be in the desert to really appreciate rain. Everything is so still and muffled by the pattering drops. It smells good, it sounds good, it feels good (if it's not to cold). Yum! I actually didn't want to stop when I finished. Let's see, the last time I felt like that during running was . . . NEVER.
I wonder if part of the reason I felt so good today was that I started out super slow and sped up as I went along. Usually I do the other way around. | 