I bumped into my father as I left this morning. Dawn is the only time I get to see him properly nowadays, since we are like two peas in a pod, he wakes up for a 10k every single morning around 4am. Did I mention he is 62?? Now you know why I am the way I am :-)
Anyway, we left together, talking and laughing (mind you, I am super grumpy most of the time and especially just before a run!) and before I knew it, we started warming up together and off we went. My father walks about 20 minutes of his route, and I asked if I could pace him today. We both HATE working out with other people, but with each other, its easy, because he reads me like no one else can and when you have that kind of understanding and trust - life is simple.
Cut the long story short, I had one of my best recovery runs today. I feel refreshed and strong and got a few laughs in before 7am - we came back home sweaty, laughing and holding hands. And I know that this is going to be tucked away in my memory bank; and in hindsight, I am going to look at this as an example of how I would want my child to look at me. I can only hope to one day share a moment like this with one of mine :-)
7 miles that I did not time. It felt easy, though I did have a few quick pick ups in between - they didnt last more than 20-30 seconds at a time.
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