I know, it's sad. I can't seem to help myself. I try really hard to just be excited about me and let everyone else go at their own pace, but there are just some people that I can't seem to do that with, and Mark is one of them. It's not even fair really; it's like comparing apples to oranges. He's a man, therefore he has all his man muscles that will keep him far above me in all things physical. And then, as far as men go, he's actually really fast. His 100 m time in college could have qualified him for the Olympic trials. I mean, really, what is wrong with me? And then as far as I go. I'm a long distance runner. He's always trained for sprints. It's not really fair to compare my 20 mile run to his 4 mile run, right? But....that's what I do!
We went running together the other day. He hadn't run in 3 weeks since he was sick, and I was still stinging from my pathetic 15K with him from the 23rd. He could have so easily kicked by butt, but in my defense I was sick! So, I asked him if he'd like to go running (mind you I'm completely healed now from my sickness) and he reluctantly agreed. I told him he could pick the distance and I'd pick the pace. Poor guy, he was trusting me to pick the pace! I started at an 8:30. No, not on purpose, I mean he's a sprinter, right?? Obviously that's a simple pace for him. When he's well...oops. So we ran and walked some and went about 4 miles. He was gasping for air and I was fine. I didn't say anything to his face, but come on...I won, right? :)
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