And it begins...

I'm again the worst runner among the pack. That was short lived.

I went running with some coworkers. One of them, Justin, started working out about three weeks ago and could barely run a half mile. He kicked my ass today. The girl ran cross country in high school and just started running again a few months ago. We've been pretty on par every time we've run together. She was stronger today.

To be fair and make excuses, I hadn't run in about a week and half, but still. We ran probably about 2 or so miles before stopping and walking once and then finished out with probably a half mile? I feel like I ran most of three miles. Anyway, Justin pushed us this time, instead of the other way. The run was actually really tough. I felt fine for a while, but then I started struggling, but I couldn't ask to stop! I was the triathlete of the group! So I pushed on. I was glad when Justin proposed a stop, probably because we were huffing and puffing so much. He wanted to go again before my body was ready. My legs were JELL-O, and my arms were actually numb, too. I'm not sure I've ever had by body feel numb before. It was new. I hurt.

Despite all that, it was good run. I feel great. I struggled, but I pushed myself and I came out on the positive side of it all. Now, I just need to triple my run and add some swimming and biking...