Either way, G and I decided to cut the run a little short (I know, pick your jaws up off the floor). We finished up with 14 and I was OK with that, with only 14 days left before the marathon, a little extra taper wasn't going to hurt. Yup, I was OK with it. For like five hours.
So, like any sane person, I asked the girls if they wanted to go on a run. They quickly accepted and we headed out. (Have I mentioned how much I love my kids?)
I told them that we were going to run the whole time. And that we'd go nice and slow so that they could finish. Here they are in action.
Would you look at Dizzle's form? Perfect forefoot strike. At what age do you think Newton Running would be interested in sponsoring her? Probably soon ...
Anyway, we made it about .3 when Doodle decided she was too tired to go on. So, we turned around and headed home. But we kept running.
Doodle headed inside at about .66 and got some water, but I could tell that Dizzle could finish the mile, despite having just screamed at me, "MY ENTIRE BODY HURTS."
Then 14:33 after we started, Dizzle and I finished that mile. Without walking. And Doodle must have felt like she missed out on something, because as soon as she finished her water, she asked to run again. So, like a good mother, I agreed and the two of us ran/walked another mile in 15:30.
Have I mentioned that my kids are hardcore?