So, on the way home from 5K #1, Chris confesses that he is insanely jealous (OK, OK, I may exaggerate a lil bit) but he is jealous and he wants to run the next one with me... He had run a LOT in the army and National Guard, and this running doesn't involve a ruck-sack, so -- easy-peasy, right?!?!?!? We signed up for a 5K in early May. And I began to train. He didn't. Race day came, and he hadn't run a step since exiting the National Guard in 2002. This was gonna be fun!!!! Not like it was easy for me, but he seemed mostly OK through the first mile -- he did, after all, take off like a rocket, so I was behind him for a while...... then, at about the 1.25 mile mark, he slowed down. A lot. Then he walked. I passed him and was feeling OK. He walked/ran the remainder of the race, while I slowly ran it. Neither one of us did that great at all.... and the best part is, we didn't even get an official time b/c they used a stopwatch to time it and our bibs got lost..... blah, blah, blah --in short, it doesn't even factor into our 10,000 miles for a multitude of reasons.
And, Chris limped for a good, solid 3 days after the race. It was one of the funniest things EVER. He just HAD to be a bad-a$$ and not train.... and the poor thing was in pain for days..... heehee
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