Last week my husband started running.  On his own.  Around the block.  I am so proud of him.  He hates to exercise and this was a big step for him.  So he is able to make it almost around the block with out stopping.  He has different goals than me, but that is ok.  I don’t usually like to run with him.  He runs fast.  And I can’t keep up with him.  But I can go for a long time and a lot slower.  Another thing, he likes to run around the block and I like to run on a path.  I am not ready to run in my neighborhood in the daylight.  So I am thankful that it is getting darker and I will be able to join him on his evening runs.  Ok, one more complaint.  He like to run on a full stomach, and I have to have an empty stomach. 

So, tonight we went for a run.  Before dinner.  Walked .25 of a mile.  Then ran .75, turned and ran .25.  Dh stopped at the .75 so I turned and walked back to him.  Then we ran .25 miles, walked .25 miles and then we were done. 

It was good.