Last night, we did a 5 mile run at a fairly fast pace. I've learned that when Greg and I run together, its a challenge to run at a pace that we both are comfortable with. Sometimes, he seems to be practically jogging in place while other times, he's running like he stole something and I'm flailing along behind him, just trying to keep up. I know this is natural for runners and I'm the same way. I mean, everything can have an effect on the day's run - sleep, food choices, stress, etc...That's just how it goes.
It can be a good thing since we tend to challenge each other in this way, but every now and again, it's nice to maintain a good, consistant pace.
It seemed like someone or something was out to get us. But, in spite of all the deadly encounters, we arrived home in one piece! We felt like we deserved a prize for surviving so we had a nice steak dinner. Steak dinners have the ability to make everything ok again.