It was a struggle, but we did it. We woke up early. That was the hard part. The running was a piece of cake, a piece of cake with a couple walk breaks and wardrobe malfunctions.
The alarms went off before 6 a.m., and we finally got out the door about 45 minutes later.
Mrs. Viper is supposed to be the morning person in this relationship, but I was the one who finally rousted us out of bed.
I chose to go barefoot. The ground was cool. It was a pleasant morning for a run.
We ran a three-mile loop from the house. Mrs. Viper looked strong. Despite feeling a bit itchy, her scar didn't bother her too much. We covered more than a mile before our first walk break.
My right ankle was feeling a bit wonky. Apparently, it has gotten used to my slothful ways.
My wife's shoes started to bother her feet. First, the one seemed too loose. Then she wanted to take out the insert. Then the other one felt weird, so we took out that insert as well.
Because of her scar, it was too painful to reach down and mess with her shoes, so I bent down to do the task. The scene of a barefoot guy tying his wife's shoes amused me.
The final mile proved a tough test, what with its long slow incline becoming steeper as we returned to the Highland Square area. We had another couple of walk breaks, but we finished strong.
As I write this, Mrs. Viper is registering herself and the rest of our team. It's official. We're in training mode.