I've started occasionally running with my husband.
I have to admit that I have just a tiny bit of bitterness that he can outrun me. I've been consistently training for almost 2 years, and he's been running once every week or two since the summer time. Now, he'd happily agree that I have way more endurance then he does. In a 10k or longer race, it would be no contest. But over shorter distances, he can leave me in the dust.
Last weekend, we went on short run while the kids were in a swimming lesson. We were doing run/walk intervals, but he was slowing down a bit so that he could try running longer then the three minutes he does occasionally when he was running on his own. We had planned to just go by feel, and I was determined to hang on. Come hell or high water, I was NOT going to be the one to call for a walk break.
We went off at a nice casual (for him) and bloody fast (for me) pace. About 5:00/km (8:00/mile). And I held on. For 4.5 minutes. Until he called for a walk break. We did some more running, and some more walking. It was just a short run, since we only had 25 minutes with both kids in lessons.
Later, I gave him a hard time about how he was trying to kill me. "That's faster then I do speedwork!" I told him.
Um, faster then I do speedwork? Faster then I run for 30-60 seconds at a time (depending what the workout is)? Yes, it was. But it raised a question: if I was capable of running for 4.5 minutes at that speed, why am I doing my speedwork slower then that?
It wasn't comfortable, but that's not the point. The point is that I was completely capable of holding onto that pace for almost five minutes, and therefore, I am probably not pushing myself hard enough at other times.
I suppose I can learn the occasional thing from my husband.