Goodwill Drive; 8:34 pace.
I was keeping it slow and easy - around 8:45 pace, when, just before the end of mile 5, a 9 year old kid slowly passed me on his bike on his way to school. My competitive side kicked in. I passed him going up a small hill. He was gassed - thought he'd cough up a lung. Sad. I never looked back - and only had to run the final mile at marathon pace to smoke him.