Yesterday, my girls ran a 5k. I would say, I walked one.
Any exercise is good true. Revealing to your 9 year old, you cannot keep up? Not so much.
Driving to the race, it's raining. It's cold. I can't think of anything I would rather not do than run a 5k when it's raining and cold on a Sunday morning. Oh yes. Wait. I know, I would rather not run a 10k even more.
So naturally, we're all signed up for June 11 for a 5k.
My track star son has openly boasted, he can beat us all running a 10k with us running a 5. Personally, I suspect, he could beat me running a 5k if he were running a marathon. The kid's mile time is four minutes fifty-three seconds. His two mile time is ten minutes thirty-two seconds. I know for a fact, a 5k takes me 45 minutes, sometimes 40 if I push (and that's on the elliptical). In real life on real pavement, it's a solid 50 minutes minimum.
Still, his siblings and dad think we can take him. I know better. This is a dumb bet.
Everyone in the 5K has to beat Peter for us to win,
Maybe if I wear roller blades.
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