"Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve...... by bebedas
ARE YOU SERIOUS?
Those were my words a week ago, before, before, I did it.
Every Spring Dave gets the notion that we should exercise. This, thing, his notion, has never happened to me. Having a cookie eating marathon, Sponge Bob olympics, or, maybe a .5 K sounds likes enough to me.
Well, being that I am the caring type (pinky swear I am!) I do this notion with him annually.
He is in training for the Ragnar Relay in Park City this June. Yep, his 3rd year in a row. And, maybe this time when he says NEVER AGAIN he will mean it(?). So, as his dutiful, amazing, shoulder-to-the-wheel wife, I'm helping him train.
The training has been fun . . . to a point. We get up early around 5:45 a.m.(awfulness, I know), he nudges me to move, I refuse, then he pulls me out of bed by my toes and throws my shoes at me, and away we go! Romantic ain't he!
Last week we (actually, he) was ready to spice things up. Instead of our normal 4 1/2 mile (death)loop, he wanted to increase our distance to 5 miles. Fine, I was ready for it.
This is where it all gets a bit hazy.
Dave invited his buddy from work, Gordon, to join us. No worries, although, he might catch on that i'm not a real runner, I was still willing to try it.
We picked him up, and looky looky who has on their 1/2 marathon shirt! It was at that moment I noticed Dave was also proudly sporting his St. George Marathon shirt. Suddenly, I had that ominous feeling of I should not be here.
The car was silent as Dave drove us to the top of Suncrest (mountain). When I asked what our turn around point was, that is, the point we run to, then return to the car. They both looked at me blankly.
Dave then calmly explained that their wasn't one. We were running home. Home being a whole flippin' lot farther away than 5 miles.
As I stammered around to find words to express the shock at my husbands attempt to kill me, all that came out was a 'so long suckers!'
With that I took off.
I assumed that they would easily catch me, pass me, and leave me to fend for myself. They, and I, underestimated the strength of my desperation to get home.
They never caught up to me on the nearly 7 mile run. They were approximately 6 minutes behind me the entire way. Although the run was the hardest I HAVE EVER DONE (and I felt it in my every move for the next 5 days, whooping those two experienced runners, PRICELESS!
Dave finishing Provo's 1/2 marathon '05
Me after chasing the
ice-cream man '08
(ok, ok, so it's not really me)
