My wife and I ran another 10K race this morning. Man, I am just a picture of health. Bernarr McFadden has nothing on me.
I finished the race with a time of 49:45. According to my incredibly unreliable math skills, that means I ran the race at a pace of about 8:02 a mile. While that sort of time would certainly put me in behind speedy Moroccan Hicham El Guerrouj, I certainly improved my time over previous races. In June I had a pace time of 8:22; in August I had a pace time of 8:34.
I wasn't paying attention to Rachel's time, but it, too, was faster than in August's 10K. And she ran on a really bad knee.
I have no idea why I'm blogging all of this. I can't imagine there would be anyone on this planet who is sitting there thinking: "I wonder how fast Chris and his wife can run?" Well, perhaps people who want to chase me and steal my shoes are thinking that.
Or, maybe you live 6.2 miles away from me and wonder at what time I'll have to leave my apartment if I'm coming over to watch football. I can be over in less than 50 minutes, but I'll be rather sweaty.