52 Minutes?

There's a loop that I tend to run at home on most of my weekday runs.  It's 4.3 miles.
Last night, G and I decided to go for a run after work, since I said "Hell No" when the alarm went off at 5 in the morning.

First run after our Half Marathon on Saturday.
I didn't care about time, but I always wear my Garmin and he likes to "Map My Run".

Anyhoo, we get home from the run, and I'm just happy that we ran the entire time with only a short walk break at mile 2.  When he ends his workout on his phone, it informs him that it was 52 minutes.  He actually had to make me show him on the Garmin that, yes, it WAS 52 minutes.  Yeesh.  I mean, yes it was much slower than we normally run our loop, but I needed it to be.

I enjoy running together, and he hates running alone.  But, I'm afraid there is going to come a point where I'm going to have to tell him to go and get his run on and let me trot along at my turtle's pace alone.

Or, I'll magically get my old speed back.  Time will tell...