Hell Froze Over...

Monday, August 31, 2009

Yes, hell froze over, pigs flew, and monkeys flew out of my butt (okay, that's gross, but I couldn't think of anymore idioms. You can thank Wayne & Garth for that one...). So, what happened that was so drastically climate changing in the eternal underworld?

My husband agreed to run a half-marathon with me.

Yes, Tyler "But I Get Shin Splints" Grassmeyer has agreed to spend 3 long months following a strict daily running, strengthening, and stretching regimine to prepare ourselves to run 13.1 miles this winter. It's not that he doesn't work out, he just does. not. run.

This will mark the 3rd time I've started training for a half-marathon, so I'm pretty darn excited that I've got a buddy to run with now. Even better, it's my husband! I've got all kinds of plans for his soon-to-be-runner self. The down side-- something equally as ground breaking? We're training in the AM. Like in the O'dark thirties. Before school. Me. Mrs. "But It's 9 AMMMMM. Stop taaaalking." (Can you hear the whining?)

Today was our first morning. It was just a strengthening/stetching day, which was nice for a Monday, but it was still miserable. Yawned the whole timie and got right back in bed as soon as we got home. Tomorrow's our first run-- I'll let you know how it goes! (Tyler's shins will probably hurt and I'll probably stop for a nap...)

Here goes nothin!

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