Ok, so I hadn’t run in ten days thanks to quiet mornings on the dock and quiet evenings at dinner and just not really feeling like getting all sweatied up in my running gear.
Then last night came and I knew it was the day of reckoning. Either I was running with AwesomeSister or I was admitting failure and falling off the wagon again.
And so I ran!
She did Week 6 last week while I was working on my tan, snipe that she is, but she’s doing it again with me this week because she’s awesome like that.
So while I huffed and puffed away in the sweltering heat and felt every moment of penance for slacking all week, she sailed along beside me breezy and free as a bird. Lucky devil.
She’s the best running partner ever, though, and when I felt certain I coudln’t make it she encouraged me onward and I finished the whole run.