Another early morning Saturday run with Mike. Glen did not want to come today. 20 minutes is not enough time for me to get ready in the morning. I can get dressed in that time. But I can't poop. I packed some TP with me because I had a feeling, oh boy did I have a feeling. Right before we were about to take off, my bowels loosened up. I wandered off in the woods and found the same place I did the deed last time. Mike was kind enough to wait for me. After I was done I walked back to the parking lot, took one last stretch and started to run. I had a slight lead on Mike and he didn't catch me until about 1.6 miles. When he did, he was breathing real hard. It sounded like he was snoring. I almost asked him if he was okay, but it would make for a better tale if he would collapse and then I start chest compressions on him to save his life. But alas, that didn't happen. I stayed right behind him. Around mile 2.6 he completely stopped and hunched over. Was this my chance to perform life saving maneuvers? Nope. He started running right before I got to him. I kept him in my sights for the rest of the run. He runs so much faster than I do on the downhill. I wanted to break the 10 min. pace this morning. I would occasionally check my Strava to see if I had a chance. I could tell it would be close, and I tried picking up the pace. I would have to run it under 1 hour and 14 minutes to do it, (or very close to that.) Right before I turned to enter the parking lot, I looked and I was a few seconds over. I wondered if I'd make it. But the final pace as recorded by Strava was 10:00. I was kind of bummed, but Mike encouraged me that it's still progress. He's right. It was a good run. Not a single cyclist this morning.