Saturday Morning, Day 3

David and I went to Shoreline Park this morning. We were there by 7:07 a.m. He was thrilled.

Not a big crowd. Today was the first day where we broke off into our color groups. We are the slow ones, so we start first, because the fast ones will catch up and pass us if we let them. The goal was to have all groups finish by 9:00 a.m, then that leads into seminars, coaching advice, etc, and we're out of there by 10:00 a.m.

So our start time was 7:22 a.m. Off we went, and this time, David didn't humor me. Within five minutes he was gone, and out ahead of me somewhere; with the bends in the Greenbelt's path, there were times I couldn't see him. Then the Mom mind goes into overdrive:
He wasn't with me last week, maybe he didn't understand the directions I gave him for the two forks in the road. What if he goes off the wrong way, and I'm so far behind I don't see him when he veers off, so I don't know that he's lost/missing/presumed dead until it's too late? What if starts talking to someone who he thinks is in the group, but really isn't in the group and just looking for someone to apprehend/maim/kill, but pretending to be in the group so they can accost 11 year olds who think they know everything, but like most 11 year olds know nothing? What if he decided to stop to get a good look at the so-close-to-flood-stage Boise River, and got so close he fell in and is now freezing in that river which is made up of rapidly melting snow? Oh wait, there he is.

He finished a full ten minutes ahead of me. So while I'm still at a solid 15:00 per mile, he's more around 13:00. THAT'S WHERE I NEED TO BE! He ran with a couple of the coaches for our time group for awhile, and then hooked up with a guy named Chip (who is in our run group). Both of them said that they were good for each other because they kept motivating the other to give it all they had. Well, that's just great.