…trying to keep up with an 8 year old and a 10 year old in a 2k race. Actually, who am I kidding, I just waved goodbye to my 10 year old at the start line of tonight’s Beaver Chase in Kanata. I knew I wasn’t going to be keeping up with him and sure enough, he was out of sight pretty quickly. But I figured staying with my younger son wouldn’t be too challenging. Wrong. Apparently he has more of a competitive side than I realized. Throughout the whole race there was a girl immediately behind him and it was clear he had no intentions of letting her pass him. So I just did my best to not lose sight of him completely but quite frankly it was a struggle. It seems like not long ago at all we were taking the kids to 1k Somersault races, the two of them wearing race shirts that came to their knees. In those days a 1k could seem to last forever. Now I just comfort myself in the knowledge that I can still run farther than them, just not faster.
The good news – IT band felt good after my 2k sprint. I’ll be trying a very slow long run tomorrow to see how it lasts.