Oh, how quickly the running leaves you.

Since the Celtic Solstice on December 18th, I've done 3 runs - 2 on a treadmill, and one outside. That's it.

So today, my friend Pam and I went to do an outside run. She's been doing nearly every run for 6 miles lately. Me...I barely ride my bike that far lately. She's training for a 10K in April and wants to run enough that it''s "easy" for her. She wants me to do the same, yet I keep waffling on registering. I know if I have an event for which to train, I'd be much better about all this.

But it was 16 degrees this morning. A wee-bit chilly.

We were aiming for a 4-miler today. My legs are still sore from yesterday's Training Club workout (that thing kicks my butt every time). She had just come from the gym - all warmed up and chipper and rarin' to go. I wanted to trip her. I plodded along glumly behind her like a lame dog. We - or rather I - lasted 2 miles.

"Do you want to go on to the park?" she asked. "Or turn here and go up the hill to the house? I'm okay either way." Oh...I'm good for stopping right now and sending you up the hill for the truck, I thought. But offered "Let's just go up the hill. When I get back into this, we'll do more. You were already at the gym this morning."

Lame-oh.