He's a running madman

Last year I got a friend of mine to start running with me. Tony started running with much trepidation. But slowly he came to like it for all the same reasons most running love to hit the pavement; the exercise, the 'me time', the sense of accomplishment, being with friends that also enjoy it...and the list goes on. Tony has always been in good shape, but had never really been a big runner. At first his pace was a little slower than mine but still pretty good. Today, he has no problems keeping up, if not leading! His stride is refined, he's more confortable and relaxed. He's a runner. His HR is still through the roof (roughly 20BPM higher than mine), but that's just the way the man's body operates. There's no way I could function that way. I'd keel over in a second!

Last night he and I went for a six mile run. We kept a decent pace even though I would have slowed it down a little bit to nurse my left achiles. I know...'rub some dirt on it Nancy!' Regardless, it was great to run with him and afterwards, back at his place, we enjoyed a great meal the wives had prepared, imbibed on some damn good brew, and chewed the rag for a good long time. Quality times with quality friends. Life is good...and that's what it's all about.