Many of you may have heard my love hate relationship of running with my fella. He runs to support me and to keep fit, not because he loves it. I hate running with him because he seems to be naturally faster/fitter/stronger than me and it frustrates me! I am feeling great at the moment. Life is really good and my running is going well. He has been super busy and βhas not had timeβ to run in almost 4 weeks. So this afternoon I dragged him out with the promise of a gentle 5k..... I pushed myself a little but it was a pace that he would normally have been comfortable with. I could tell he was finding it tough but he kept going as was still alive so with about 500m to go I turned up the speed. I know itβs a bit mean but it felt so good to be able to pull away and he couldnβt keep up!! I obviously did go back and check he was still alive etc after but for once I won (even though it is not a race!!)
I guess I should probably buy him a beer or something later as an apology!