Crossing the Rubicon

Well, today was the day.

Today was the day that my son beat me.  He's 13.

Pretty damn cool.

We did the Living History Farms run, this huge cross country race in sub-freezing temps with about 9 little stream crossings.  It's about a 7 mile race with 7500 people.  The winners go sub-40 min and sub hour is a pretty good time.  He beat me by a minute.  I could give some excuses, but no matter how you cut it, he beat me.  Fair and square.  Way cool.  (They seem to have not done the chip timing right, because my start-to-finish time was just under an hour, and his was just under 59, but no harm done.)

Next season, it's on. I have a feeling it'll be my last where I have a chance.