My friend P convinced me to join his running crew this morning for an "easy run." I sometimes see them in the mornings.
I agreed.
As soon as the rest of them began to arrive at the meeting spot, I started getting nervous. You know how certain people just
look fast? Yeah.
I told them I might not be able to keep up and was assured that it was going to be an "easy pace."
"What's an easy pace?"
"Oh, like 7:45s or so."
Yeah, I got dropped after less than a mile. P stuck with me and told me, "two of those women have run sub-3 marathons."
I finally said I needed to turn back for home - and promptly got lost (new area for me). I intended to run 5-6 miles today, but it ended up being 8 because I went the wrong way.
I'm tired.