Chapter 23
Charles and I ran at a steady but not tiring pace, about ten minutes to the mile, I guessed. We ran in silence, each lost in our own thoughts, until we reached the first of the motels, turned, and started back. A few minutes after the turn, I said, “My feet are telling me that it’s time to stop and walk. I’m not used to this kind of uneven surface, not to mention running barefoot.”
“Mine too,” he said.
“How far do you usually run?”
“I try to get in six or eight miles, and once in a while I bump it up to ten. It really depends on how early I get up and how I feel on any given day. How about you?”
“Six miles is about my usual limit, although I’ve never really pushed myself to see how much more I could achieve.”