Turkey Trot and feeling old

Well, its official, my son is better than me at something. Its only a matter of time before he overtakes me in other things. Im not giving in though. He is going to have to earn it.
On Turkey Day, we got to the gym and he was real excited. I was still trying to stay awake, it was only 645am afterall. We said hi to friends and Kelton overheard one of my buddy's asking his son if he wanted to ride his bike 8.5miles with him running or if he wanted to run 3.5miles with one of the his own friends. He chose to ride with Dad but then Kelton turned to me and asked if we could run the 8.5 mile route to which I replied "um, HELL no!". Just before the proverbial gun (it wasnt a race), I ran to the truck to get the dog and then we were off. I had made sure Kelton brought his gloves and he was wearing his soccer warm ups so he was toasty but before long, he had the gloves off and his top was unzipped. Sure as clockwork, the dog had to do his business and without warning, he let loose in the street right in front of probably the only person that wasnt running. She was coming out to get her paper as I was in front of her house trying to scrape dog poop off the street. A whole bunch of people were still behind us and as they passed, Kelton and I were trying to make sure they didnt step in it. After we cleaned it up, we started running again. Kelton made a comment about his not even training for this run. A few minutes later, he asked if we could go faster, once again, I replied with a resounding, "Hell no!", but I said he could go on if he wanted and just to follow everyone else. I expected him to want to walk a bit but he just started running a little faster, then before I knew it, he was out of sight. Bob, the gym owner, and his wife, Patti, were at the only turn Kelton had to make, serving your choice of champagne or water. I jokingly asked which one they gave my kid. They were very impressed that he had was doing so well and that he was kicking my ass severely. I think he probably finished close to ten minutes before I did and he was back at the gym enjoying hot chocolate while I was walking the last half a mile or so. I am so proud of him, he did the entire thing without having to walk AND he wanted to do more. Well, at least at the time he did. Not long after that he was walking funny because his legs were sore.