I talked Big Sis into spending the night. We were equipped with three young ones and trying to work in an eight mile run. If it had just been YaYa, I would have had him ride along side of me on the trail. Since Sis had not planned to stay in town, her two did not have bicycles. I was unsuccessful in borrowing the neighbor’s cycles.
The five of us ended up at the local track. I didn’t realize that I’d forgot to grab the soccer ball until we were already there. The kids were entertaining themselves in the center of the track as Sis and I ran circles around them. Sis began calculating the number of laps we’d be running. I did not want think about it. It could be the longest eight miles that I’ve run in a while.
Sis was having a harder time with the monotony of the workout. In an effort to liven it up, I offered to change it up a little with some speed play. After a two mile warm up, we picked up the pace on the straight sections and jogged the curved sections of the track. We did this for a mile.
On the first straight section, I picked up the pace and left Big Sis behind. I was sure that she was trying to boost my ego as Sis BQ’d without even trying (she didn’t even want to run Boston). On the next straight, I shot ahead of her again. She continued insisting that she really *was* trying and could only run 10K pace (nothing faster). I don’t really believe her, but my ego wants to.
Anyhow, we got through the whole eight mile run. It was not at long run pace but I kept the speed play to a minimum. When it was over, Sis and I cheered ourselves for persisting.
The next challenge would be to pry the kids from their project of building a lake in the middle of a sandpit.