Seven in the morning?

What's more embarassing than being completely schooled in a run by a five foot seven, forty-eight year old greyhair?

When said greyhair is your dad.

Pertinent quotes, in order of increasing offensiveness:

"Good pace: Nice and easy."
"Pretty good for a starter run."
"So, tomorrow? Pick you up at seven to do your route in the city?"

Wheeze.