"How about let's skip this one". Wait, am I still dreaming or did I just hear my father say that? Well, I wasn't dreaming and he really did say that. We skipped the Army 10 miler. Holy shit. Did we just voluntarily skip a race? That's usually ME saying LET'S SKIP....PLEASE?!?! For once it was the other ways around. We both slept like shit, the hotel was loud and people kept slamming the doors at all hours of the night. (hotel etiquette please a'holes!!) We are both out of shape. Neither of us wanted to run. So we turned the alarm off and went back to sleep.
In a way I was happy but in a way it scares me. He's getting older. He's not as fast as he used to be. He doesn't bounce back like he used to. And its scary. Granted he is in REALLY good shape, even though he says he isn't. I mean, he is in great shape compared to other men his age, but for him, he's used to running fast and long. So instead, we went back to sleep and then got up and did a 30 minute run. Needless to say we were really winded at the end. If you had added another hour, which it would have taken us to run it, I probably would have thrown up at the end and then hurt for days. And it was hot. Well, as hot as 60 degrees, which is like 80 degrees hot when you're running! Phew, thankfully he got smart.
But not only did I get to spend some time with my dad, I finally gave in and bought myself my first pair of lululemon pants. Man, those suckers are EXPENSIVE. But DAMN, my ass looked GOOD. My roommate swears by them and she said even though they are expensive, she's had them for over 5 years, so its worth it.