I ran with my much faster hubby James today in North Carolina. The whole route was rolling hills. I feel humbled! I am so used to training on mostly or completely flat surfaces. My breathing was still fine but my legs were spent after...oh jeez, couldn't have been more thas a mile. (But there were a lot of really steep hills in that mile!) So James started letting me hang onto his shirt on the uphills. Then he would do a fartlek up to the top--dragging me behind him like a short blonde caboose. It was classic.
Even though I really enjoy hanging (sometimes literally) with James on runs, it is a little depressing, because he has a very effortless stride, and I always feel a little pathetic running next to him. But isn't he a sweetie to drag me along? |