Apparently, my ex, Mr. Marathon, is mad at me. He didn't take the break up too well. Things got ugly and I left with a busted up foot in a cast (two weeks - no running).
He was just so upset that I wanted to leave his 26 miles of agony for his much more pleasant brother, Mr. Half. He couldn't understand how I could find fulfillment in a mere 13.1 miles. There was yelling and crying (all on my end, by the way). He begged and pleaded and offered discounted race fees. But it wasn't enough. It will never be enough.
4 comments:
OMW you are sooo funny.. FYI my nails were painted black the day after your race so I am not to blame. LOL!!
Hugs to your new Man the Half!
Get Well soon pretty girl..
Oh no! I'm sorry that you need a cast. Mr. Half does seem like the much nicer brother.
Size (or length in this case) matters right! You can toy around with Mr. Half for awhile but you'll be back to Mr. Marathon soon enough!
That is great about your hubby!! My guy is just excited that I am going to run his pace and not ditch him.. He had a blast spectating last year so I knew it would be an easy sell. I am sooooo excited. Now I just have to recruit someone for the Finish Line photo...totally frameable..
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