When James came home Wednesday evening and reported a work dinner tonight, I spontaneously asked my coworker Renee if she wanted to come over for a run and then let me cook her dinner. She eyed me suspiciously but agreed.
Renee is one of the people that I mentioned at the beginning of this blog that caught the running bug when The Plan was first discussed. She is also my regular cycling buddy at Golds Gym. She is both sarcastic and sweet and makes many a long day at work much more tolerable. She is still at the beginning of her journey, though, which made for the skeptical looks I was getting.
We tried to beat the enroaching dark, but were caught halfway through the run fighting dropping temperatures and freezing winds. But she was a trooper and we averaged a pace considerably faster than she was used to. Running with Renee reminded me of just how far I've come with my running (I was her James that night - idly chatting while she pushed herself) and how running with someone - no matter what the pace - can be just as satisfying as running fast.
Miles 65-67: a physically numbing but mentally warming 45 minutes. (Followed by mushroom and parmeasean risotto!)
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