Isaac and I had both planned to run on Thanksgiving morning. We had watched a Biggest Loser special on TV the night before and felt pretty inspired. I was thinking I'd go for my longest run in a couple of months and maybe do five miles (I haven't been running as much lately).
Isaac went for his run first. After about half an hour, the girls and I started watching out the window so we could cheer him home. And watching. And watching. After more than an hour, he stuck his head in the door and panted, "I've just finished 10 miles. I'm going to do 3 more and make it a half-marathon. Didn't want you to worry." Then he was gone. Sure enough, the crazy boy ran a full 13.1 miles and completed his first ever half-marathon around the neighborhood! It took him 1 hour 48 minutes.
Well, I couldn't be outdone after that. I wasn't up for a full half-marathon, but I pushed myself and did 8 miles, tying for my second-longest run ever. (Of course, it took me 1 hour and 18 minutes, but I run a lot slower than Isaac does!) The last two miles were killer, but boy, did I feel proud.
I was going to take a picture when I got home, but I was too busy lying flat on my back on the floor!
We showered and sauntered in to Isaac's aunt and uncle's house that afternoon, feeling like we'd really earned our turkey!
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