The one where I finally run with my husband…
I’ve been for a training run with my Dad. I’ve been for a training run with my sister. And now, finally, I’m proud to say that I have been for a run with my husband!
It’s been many many years since I attempted to run with Mike. He’s quite fit and fast and “springy” when it comes to running. When we used to run in Auckland, well before children, it never used to work. I couldn’t run fast enough to keep up with him, and if he tried to run slower with me, he would either end up walking, or over-heating and with a migraine. So we’ve pretty much just run our own separate ways every since. Until now.
My new job means training has to fit around work - rather than work fitting around training as it has been for the past six months. It also means we have to take every opportunity we can to actually see each other! Hence, a joint running session that would achieve both. With the boys in daycare, it was an opportunity not to be missed.
So on Monday we met on the corner halfway between our offices and drove to the pool. From there we headed out running. The aim was to do 30 minutes easy.
“Woah, this is hard going today,” I managed to gasp.
“That’s probably because you’re going much faster,” says Mike.
Turns out that he was only going a little bit slower than he normally would - not a whole lot slower like he used to.
“Cool,” I gasped back.
So with him just going a little bit slower, and with me actually going quite a bit faster, we got through our 30 minutes and then carried on a bit further. We ended up with a 40 minute run and a 5.2km distance completed. About five minutes faster than usual for me. Fantastic. And it was a good run too. I actually managed to have a conversation most of the way around as well.
We grabbed a quick shower at the pools and then headed back to work. A good run done well. Nice.