I said I’d wait for my son to get back from school and we would run together. So I bypassed the glorious sunny afternoon that would have been perfect to run in, worked, and watched the skies get darker and colder, feeling less and less up for it.
Son arrived home and was (surprisingly) still game. “Are you sure?” I said, half hopefully. Yup, he was. Well done. Ok. Gird the parental loins.
We set off on our brisk walk and I persuaded him to try the loop rather than go up and down the same path. He’s on W3, 90 seconds here, 3 minutes there, substantially quicker than me, so we spent 20 minutes leapfrogging one another and saying a few words (or not) as the sun dipped below the horizon. It was quite peaceful.
We separated for the last 10 minutes and after 3 slow km, was feeling good so went a bit faster, without feeling done in. 30 minutes is within reach (or stride)!