Mark and I have run together a lot. Most of it has been with me whining, about him running in front of me, expecting me to go too fast, too far or whatever else popped into my weak little mind. Mark has the athlete mentality and it has been a painful godsend. I would not be the runner I am today if he hadn't been willing to put up with all my complaints and continue to push me beyond what I thought I was capable of. Now it's my turn!
For the past three weeks Mark's been training for a 15K we're doing in January, Too Cold to Hold. I believe registration is still open, so you should totally join us! Last week I started joining Mark on his runs and I must say, it is so fun to be be in better shape than he is. :D I bounce around and bob my head, play with him, grab his butt and knock him as I pass him by. It's a blast! I love being better than him in something. He's one of those really annoying people that are good at so many things. Finally! I am a runner and he isn't. Now before I get too cocky, I'd better be aware of the fact that once he does get in shape he will be much better than I am at this thing. He will be faster and stronger and he will pass me by without a backward glance.
I don't know how he puts up with me being such a smart alec when we run together. In fact, he's a really good sport about it. He just smiles as I run ahead or bob around, laughs when I do my Rocky Balboa moves and altogether ignores me pushing him around. I wonder if he's just biding his time, remembering all my misdeeds and lying in wait until that glorious day when he can crush me to the ground...hmmmm.
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