I ran 6.2 miles this afternoon. The whole family went down to the Greenway and we were going to do a little trek. The boys ride their bikes, while my wife and I jog/run at whatever pace we can go. The boys ride back and forth between us, which is cool. They've got the water bottle too. We've done this before and the plan is to go half of our planned distance, turn around and come back to where we parked the car.
I'm not sure how far I was planning on running, but once I started I thought, "why not shoot for a double 5k (6.2 miles)?" (Note: I didn't think the part in parentheses ... I'm not even sure how one would do that.) This past week I've done a couple of 5.3 mile runs, which was my best in personal distance. Adding almost a mile just didn't seem like a big deal. While I didn't set any land speed records, I still did it (finishing in 1:12:14). I know this was an accomplishment, but it was a quiet one.
To me, it's a sign that I'm growing up and settling into my new, healthy lifestyle. Rick and Tina have been helping us grow. When we started this program, we were babies. Then we became toddlers, then whatever you call kids between toddlers and teenagers. I guess we're in the midst of our glorious, awkward teenager-ness ... when do we get the keys to the car?