The young man who was trying to beat me, did so. Hard.
His first attempt at that strava mile, he was 30 seconds slower than me. Now, he has reached almost 2 minutes faster than me. For the non-runners out there, that means I'll have to cut a BUNCH of weight, or make my legs a decade or three younger...not sure which approach makes most sense to me yet.
Seriously though, I couldn't be happier. Watched the kid grow up next door, and take up athletics in his late 20s. Started running because I hectored him into it.
I don't have a lot of hope, but I mean to go try it later today, and if it's warm enough, I'll drop a layer before starting it. Wish me luck!
(pic is my little Ethyl, looking at the start/finish line on Range Lake)