Nine Miler

I ran nine miles with my friend Randy today.  He's training for his first HIM, so his distances are much farther than mine and his effort is different.  Sometimes he gets a workout that (sort of) functions in my plan and I like to have company for the long runs when I can. 

This run was hard.  Running it at 9:45 average was a task in and of itself.  I hyperventilated a bit at one point, but I was able to recover and keep going.  I hate it when my body stops me.  It makes me want to push it and say, "No! Don't make an ass out of me, body! Do your job!"

But I made it.  And so did Randy.  He makes it all look so easy.  One day, maybe I'll look speedy and smooth like him.