My husband and I both went for a run the other night. He refuses to run with me. I suspect that even though he knows he is faster, I think he's afraid I might actually keep up. He took off first to run a short three. I took off a few minutes later to do my second two-miler that day. It was scorching hot--even at 7:00 at night. Since we finished at about the same time, we decided to go for a short walk together.