Lately, Ryan has been interested in working out. He has been out in the garage hitting the heavy bag and jumping rope. He also has to run a mile every so often in his P.E. class. I on the other hand have not been interested in working out lately. Instead of going to the gym I have just been running around the neighborhood and sometimes I head to the park that's about 1/4 mile from our house. The other day I was letting Ryan now that I was heading out to go run at the park, he asked if he could go with me. Well of course I said Yes.
So off we went to the park. The trail I run is around the pond, its about 1/4 of a mile around. We started running and Ryan was doing good. We completed the first mile and decided to stop and walk. I look over at him and he has this distressed look on his face. So I asked him if everything was ok. If we needed to slow down? Ryan kind of started to grin and that's when I asked, "What? I'm I not running fast enough?" He said yeah and asked if he HAD to run with me. I told him that I was sorry for having short legs and to run at his pace. Off he went leaving me in his dust. We ran another 1.5 miles and in that time Ryan and his long legs pasted me up 2 times.
{Here's Ryan passing me up for the 2nd time}
When we were done, we went to the pier and just watched the ducks.
I really enjoy spending time with this guy.