My Wife Is a Faster Runner
Today I went for a one-mile run with my wife. Now, to be fair (to her) she’s been running for over 5 months and has turned into an honest-to-goodness true-blue runner. I, on the other hand, haven’t been a runner since about 1992. And oh yeah, I weigh about 100 pounds more than then, too.
In any case, I struggled along like a manatee on life support. She power-walked next to me. They may take my man-card at the next guy-meeting.
She told me she’s proud of me for getting out there. If she weren’t so serious, I’d suspect patronization.
Next week, maybe I can get her to break into something approaching a jog.