Better Off Alone
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Saturday was a test for me. I wanted to see how long it would take for me to run 2 routes. One is 4 miles, and the other is 3.5. 7 miles in total. I woke up feeling really good. My son is usually my running buddy on Saturday mornings. My hubby is a little overprotective. He's not crazy about the idea of me running in the dark streets of Miami before sunrise, and through the park alone, so I woke up my son at 5:30 am. He got dressed, we left the house and met with the other runners.
The first 2 miles were awesome. I ran 2 10-minute miles...the first time I've ever been physically able to do that. The second 2 miles were done in 11 minutes each. Now here's where I start kicking myself for waking up a 17 year old who does not share the dream of running a marathon with me.
First he started complaining how tired he was, and how it stinks that he never has a day he can sleep in, since I wake him up early on Sunday for church too.
Then he complained that he had no music to listen to, because he forgot to charge hos ipod. Do you know how hrd it is to run without music, he asked me. Yes, that's why I charge MY ipod the night before.
Then he had some mysterious sharp pain in his stomach...probably because he was hungry.
Oh, and he must be tired because he didn't have any coffee.
Then he makes me walk to the park, rather than run, with the promise that he will start running again once we reach the entrance. We get to our destination, and we start running again. After about one minute, he stops and waves for me to keep going. So I did. I ran the length of the park and back, and now he wants to walk home. He is getting jock itch, he claims, and it's painful to walk. We took the shortcut home, so it wasn't a full 7.5 miles like I wanted.
Want to ruin your workout? Bring a teenager with you.
This Saturday, I'm letting him sleep.