We're on holiday in Ireland with friends, a couple and their 10 year old son. Yesterday father, son and me set out for a gentle test run before breakfast to get bread from the local town (which I now know is about 1.8 k away). Along country lanes, rather hilly (hills are my friends). I let the father set the pace as he is out of practice, and had gone pale when I told him my average pace. Good fun, we got a good sweat up, but I was able to talk quite easily (he puffed a bit more) and, of course, son was off like a shot on the way back. Loved it, it was a bit short for my liking and a bit slower than I would normally run. The hills, which seemed to be mostly on the way back, were quite fun actually. And I got back refreshed and raring to go! As I'm 13 years older than my fellow runner, lugged all our shopping and he's feeling quite stiff this morning I'm feeling quite chuffed at these signs of my new-found fitness. Run 2 tomorrow, need to extend it a bit to 5k.