In my previous post I talked about my wife and son placing in their first 5k. Well now they are running their first 10k. My wife's training schedule is on a new level. She didn't bother asking for my help this time.
She just got right to it on her own. I'm proud of her, but a little worried because I don't want her to injure herself by pushing herself to far. She's been going on long runs at night and it has me a worried. I started running with her and feel a little better, but I'm sure my pace is slowing her down. Hopefully we'll be on the same pace soon.
I know that indulging in a huge plate of pasta sounds tempting, but I've found it's best to avoid loading up on ANY food right before a race. You don't need that in your stomach the night before and you definitely don't want that trying to exit your body while you're running.
My earliest memory of running comes from running away from my mother. I remember her chasing me around the front yard desperately trying to get me into the house. I resisted thinking it was all a game.
In elementary school, we were required to join a sports team. I was an overweight kid with little-to-no coordination, so this did not bode well for me. I thought about the one that would require the least amount of effort.