This was an utter slogfest! I ran out of gas in yesterday's spin class. Then I was up late last night. This morning I got up and felt like a slug. No energy. My only goal was to run 12 miles and get to a solid 60 for the week. I ate half an almond butter sandwich and talked my 14 year old (Nathan) into running a 5k with me. While I was getting ready I challenged my 10 year old son (Peter) to run 1 mile with me. He bought in. I ran 1.1 miles with Peter at 11:30 and talked him through completing it without walking. I gave him my gps watch and let him track his progress real time. He did it! I was proud of him. I dropped him off and picked up Nathan. The last (and first) time I ran with Nathan it was in a charity 5k. I made him run a little too fast and he puked at mile 2.8. My goal today was to make sure he had a good experience running the 5k. We ended up running 4.02 miles at an average pace of 9:30. He did great. He even agreed to come with me again. He has an awesome attitude. Then I picked up the dog and we ran two miles together at about an 8:45 pace. She is a beagle and even though she's driven by her nose, she runs pretty well and has a natural trot that fits my steady long run pace. Then I took off for 9 of the hardest miles. Legs must be depleted of all glycogen. Anyway, I finished the last mile at 7:54 and ran an overall 8:32 for these last 9. Now it's time to relax. | 