Today we went to a local store to buy my son Brytan a pair of running shoes. I talked with them about something I've been pondering about. Brytan has been running with me but I have to periodically slow down to stay with him. So we talked about this and came to the same conclusion I had. I need to run at my own pace and him at his no matter if that separates us or not. So tonight on our suppose to be 3 mile run (which we've been doing for a while now) he got ahead of me and stayed ahead of me and wound up doing 3 miles. Something was not right with me and I couldn't even do but 2.5 and that was partly walking. We ran at about 5pm today which is a lot hotter than usual so i'm blaming that. So after all that he came in with the big head. "So you quit did ya?" Ha Ha. I'll get him next time when we run at a cooler time of the day. I did manage to get in a 6 mile bike after my ultra bad run.
