My husband, Jon, has always been able to run circles around me.
When we were in high school his sister and I used to go running every morning, one day he came with us and actually ran circles around us talking the whole time while we were dying.
Anyway, on Saturday my new running shoes came in the mail.
Woohoo!!
I was so excited, I of course promptly put them on and started showing him, his sister (the same one I still run with), and my mom how fast my new shoes make me go.
Picture me running full speed from the kitchen down the hall and back just like a little four year old does when showing someone how fast their shoes make them go.
Well my husband made some smart ass remark to witch I responded that he better watch out or I might invite him running with me and then leave him in the dust.
One thing lead to another and I ended up challenging him to a race.
The race will be held on the first Saturday of 2014, yep, I have a full year to train for this race and you better believe I will kick his butt!
One thing lead to another and I ended up challenging him to a race.
The race will be held on the first Saturday of 2014, yep, I have a full year to train for this race and you better believe I will kick his butt!
He has always been one of those people built to run, he can do no training WHATSOEVER then go run a 5k in 24 minutes, it is one thing I hate am jealous about him.
A sweet note from our past, before either of us had a car he used to run the 3.5 miles from his house to mine to hang out then would run home, sweet.
Back to the race, we are trying to come up with a good name for it, I had thought maybe the honey race cause it is going to be so sweet to leave my honey in the dust.
Ehh.
I don't love it.
Do you have any ideas?
Cause you know we are going to be referring to this race all year long.
I will beat him, you better believe it.
Plus we need something to call it cause it has been coming up a lot.
Funny story.
Last night I looked outside and see Jon running, FAST across the backyard carrying a huge log.
I opened the door to go tease him about training for the big race.
But I stepped out, slipped on a stupid hammer that my son had been playing with and fell flat on my ass!
It hurt like hell!
Once I figured out that Ben, yes I was holding baby Ben when I fell, once I figured out that we were both fine I still made fun of him about his "training."
Which of course didn't quite have the impact I had envisioned since I was saying it from the ground. He responded with some comment about how I better get used to seeing him from that angle cause I am going to be on my knees crying, he is going to beat me so bad.
I don't know, I guess you had to be there.
I have a huge bruise on my arm where I hit the door frame, I tried to take a picture but it didn't show how swollen it is.
The neighbors are even all revved up for the race. They have an 18 year old son that Jon occasionally goes running with, well I told them about the race yesterday and how I was going to beat Jon by a gazillion minutes and he didn't even hesitate, he said, "oh, Jon is going to let you win by that much huh?"
I couldn't believe it, this quite nerdy kid just hit me with that one, oh it is so on.
Now I have to beat him to prove it to everyone, so watch out Jonny boy.
I'm coming for you.
A sweet note from our past, before either of us had a car he used to run the 3.5 miles from his house to mine to hang out then would run home, sweet.
Back to the race, we are trying to come up with a good name for it, I had thought maybe the honey race cause it is going to be so sweet to leave my honey in the dust.
Ehh.
I don't love it.
Do you have any ideas?
Cause you know we are going to be referring to this race all year long.
I will beat him, you better believe it.
Plus we need something to call it cause it has been coming up a lot.
Funny story.
Last night I looked outside and see Jon running, FAST across the backyard carrying a huge log.
I opened the door to go tease him about training for the big race.
But I stepped out, slipped on a stupid hammer that my son had been playing with and fell flat on my ass!
It hurt like hell!
Once I figured out that Ben, yes I was holding baby Ben when I fell, once I figured out that we were both fine I still made fun of him about his "training."
Which of course didn't quite have the impact I had envisioned since I was saying it from the ground. He responded with some comment about how I better get used to seeing him from that angle cause I am going to be on my knees crying, he is going to beat me so bad.
I don't know, I guess you had to be there.
I have a huge bruise on my arm where I hit the door frame, I tried to take a picture but it didn't show how swollen it is.
The neighbors are even all revved up for the race. They have an 18 year old son that Jon occasionally goes running with, well I told them about the race yesterday and how I was going to beat Jon by a gazillion minutes and he didn't even hesitate, he said, "oh, Jon is going to let you win by that much huh?"
I couldn't believe it, this quite nerdy kid just hit me with that one, oh it is so on.
Now I have to beat him to prove it to everyone, so watch out Jonny boy.
I'm coming for you.
So everyone better go ahead and mark your calenders for the great race.
(that name doesn't work either, I need to think of something better)
(that name doesn't work either, I need to think of something better)
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