Mom helped get me out the door this morning with the result being an hour and change of jog/walking. Coming on the back side of the course I had taken an "find a tree" break and a middle-aged guy (I think I'm one of those too) passed along our same path and I thought to myself, "Damn, he's slow." Mom and I walked a bit and then starting jogging again with an idea of casually catching him. Never happened. Damn, I'm slow!