[The boy needs a new nickname.]
When your 13 yr old runs you hard, beats you, it's a turning point.
Ok, sure... he started like a bat out of hell, while I was still trying to get my parts all moving in the same direction.
And he did have to stop to tie his shoe.
But still, the kid has some wheels.
I couldn't be prouder.
Good running,
Doug
Numbers: 1.4 miles on grass and trail, behind my boy.
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