My husband has consistently responded, "only when chased," if asked if he runs.
But, tonight tells a different story.
After home-town Christmas 5K grief, he begrudgingly agreed to register for a race.
So now he needs to run.
We headed out for our first foray since the 2-miler 10 years ago when he swore off the dreadful task *forever*.
He shocked me with an initial mile of 9:07.
I look forward to watching him move his mileage up to the 3.1 for the 5K and watching him and his dad finish together (in fact, my Xmas 5K resolution may simply be to go fast enough so I can finish ahead and take photos).
I think have a new running buddy!
That's awesome! I'm so happy for you both!
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