When the mullethead and myself were almost home, the clouds cut loose. If we'd run all the way, we would have made it, but the mullethead conked out half way back. She was getting better as far as the distance went. Not the speed, but she'd have to work at that a lot harder, and that wasn't going to happen. Still, she didn't slow me down too much.
Next time we did this kind of distance, we'd bring a pony. When she was on the verge of collapse, she could ride the rest of the way back, and I'd run. What was cool, was my mentor had our second meal of the day ready when we got home. It was easy enough. Left overs from the Chinese take-away, and corn chowder. His timing was perfect, though the mullethead and myself did have to dry off and change our clothes first.
It had been rather cold, but we didn't notice it too much except for the cold noses and ears. We'd both worn gloves and sweats. We'd generated enough of our own heat that spending about 20 minutes in sopping clothing wasn't something we couldn't tolerate. We did jog a little, here and there; but it was nothing like our original run.
For that distance, for you Yanks, I'll say the mullethead did 7 minute miles. She could barely break 6 minute miles if she only ran one mile, but she didn't do that too often. I was about a minute ahead of her both in distance, and the single mile. The advantage of being a little taller, a bit stronger, not to mention I ran about 3 times as often as her.
I think I said this before, but we never competed due to there being no point to it. When we ran together, the slowest runner set the pace, or we split up. We accepted we were of different abilities, there was nothing we could do about it, so no big deal.
I believe I covered this already, as well.
We all knew the differences were only relevant in this realm, which we were leaving soon. . .be it one month, or ten and a half. After all, what's it matter anymore when you can travel at the speed of thought?
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