A difficult 7, but 7 none the less

Sometimes things sound like such a good idea in my head. And sometimes when those things take shape, you realize how unwise of a choice that really was.

Today's unwise choice?? Taking my sweet husband with me on today's run. I know, that sounds terrible, and I love him dearly, I do... And I'm glad we had that time together this morning. But here's the thing- as a runner, he is far faster than I. Lets call it the 7 inch advantage that he has over me. It's impossible for me to keep at his pace on a healthy day!

And today, was not the healthiest- you see, last night on my run I had an attack and had to stop after mile 2. I'm talking full on, can't catch my breathe, really hot... Attack. In retrospect, I was coughing a ton yesterday, and I hadn't had my usual amount if water. Dumb move to attempt a run. Lesson learned.

Anyway, we set out today to destinations far and wide... And uphill for a mile (idiot!!) for our 7 mile run. (Shh- I told Kevin it was 5 so he'd come.) I started off keeping pace with Kevin and feeling really great. 9:30 am, out on a run with my love, so ready to crush this. And then we hit mile 2 and that blasted hill... And Kevin took off and I realized, oh shoot- I am tired because I've been keeping up with this gazelle. Not good, friends, not good. So I slow, and bless his heart, he asks me what's wrong. Nothing- except I'm not 5'10". I'm 5'3" and trying to keep up!! Duh. My own fault. After that, I started to go more of my own pace, and that helped... But my mojo was already out of sync. I jogged, I walked, I jogged some more... I hacked my lung up- only a tiny bit, an then I jogged some more. I'm sure I didn't look nearly as athletic as I had hoped. Visions of Forrest Gump flooded my mind. But still, I turned that bend, and like the tortoise today, I kept going.

Not my strongest, but still - 7 is 7, and that in itself is something. And, as it turns out, thanks to gazelle boy... It was my fastest 7 to date. 7 miles in 49 minutes... Say what?! Still- I'd prefer not to die. I have time to work to his pace.

Moral of the story??
Go at your happy pace.

Half crazy- and hey, half way there!
Jenny