Insult to Injury

I have mentioned before, but I am so not a runner. I don't even jog. I hate the thought of running and jogging and the action isn't much better.

I'm still suffering from grannitis today although the overall soreness is getting better. I contemplated taking some ibuprofen or something but never quite got around to it. Had the clapper had retrieval capabilities, I would have been all over it. Another reason that a retrieving dog would come in handy. Oh well, I survived.

Tonight in order to start my son training for his triathlon I thought we would work on the biking and running portion. Everything we shouldn't do with shoes, we did. He put on a brand new pair of shoes to try out to run - yep that was torturous for him. We did the 1.5 mile bike and then he had 1.0 mile run, which he walked a lot of it complaining about his shoes. I offered that he could turn around, but he persisted. I rode the bike and timed him while he jogged. He did the 2.5 miles in 17 minutes. Much better than I had thought, considering.

After dinner we headed out to the park where I decided it would be a great idea for me to jog .5 mile. Why, I don't have a clue. I should have done a shot of tequila instead, it would have been less painful.

I so felt like my mother, jogging next to my youthful son. He was mocking me the entire time and I was laughing so hard that I almost peed my pants! Of course he confirmed that I could walk faster than I was jogging, but that wasn't the principle of the matter. He managed to waddle, kick jump, jog backwards and basically do circles around me while I prodded on, determined to finish.

I did finish the jog and had difficulty breathing for a few minutes after, but I did it nonetheless! So I did 2.5 miles on the bike, .5 mile jog and then just got back from working out at the gym. So, if I wasn't sore enough this morning, I'm sure I'll be in for it tomorrow. Although the physical pain won't be anything compared to the mockery inflicted by my 11 year old son!