J and I don't get a lot of alone time. With three kids, babysitters aren't cheap. And our nearest family member lives three and a half hours away. And we never run together. For a multitude of reasons, including but not limited to: our differences in pacing and mileage, the fact that he's too tall to push a stroller (6'7"), the fact that I CANNOT run any significant distance pushing a triple, that whole babysitter thing. BUT, since we had some guest in town this weekend, J and I (along with H and her J) were able to sneak out for his long run. (Remember how I mentioned that J is training for his first half marathon right now?) Here's everyone pre-run. H's hubby is not a huge running fan, so he biked instead.
We set out for six miles. J warned us about the pace. And honestly, I was concerned. I always have a hard time slowing my pace to run with him. But I tried. And if I pulled ahead, I looped back to get him. We had a blast. And took a ton of pictures. These ones are my favorites:
J even felt so good as we approached six miles that he decided that we would go seven instead. (He's getting sucked in!) Anyway, his race is on May 16th. The girls and I were planning on cheering him on. But now, his parents will be in town that weekend for Dizzle's birthday. So, I offered to pace him. I really hope we can convince his parents to watch the girls. He supports my running so much that I feel like this is the least I can do for him in return.