Flashback Friday: Racing Me

On the home stretch of our three-miler this morning, as we crossed a section of gravel and debris on the sidewalk that made me slow down, my wife suddenly turned on the jets. Oh, so that's how it's going to be, I see.

We were less than two blocks from home. She had a good 10-yard lead before the terrain allowed me to speed up. It took a moment to find my ketchup catch-up gear, but by that time the race was won. Mrs. Viper had chicked me.

She even turned around and gave me the "good job" handshake. Why don't you just spit in my eye and rub salt in my wounds while you're at it?

We have a four-miler on deck for our "long run" this weekend. She'd better watch out.

For the record, this was our second training run for the Akron Marathon Relay and second time waking up to run before work. What the hell is happening to me?

Back Talk
Wherein we've become morning runners

Jess has kicked your ass by commenting on every post so far this week and providing support for this recent trend of actual running: "Yay! Congrats on getting out there. Sometimes just getting out of bed is the hardest part!"

Answer: Morning is the worst, but my goal is for us to wake up early every day and either run or walk the dog on recovery days.

Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates! Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!