I don't run with my man!

I love my husband....HONESTLY.  But I absolutely HATE the fact that he can run better than I can. 

Why you ask?

Well, for starters, running was MY thing that I decided to start doing back in September with Pam.  Al was going to the gym several times a week and was loosing weight like mad.  I decided I had to bump up my game (which consisted of nothing) or else my man might leave my fat arse.  I decided to start running.  Pam and I even made goals to reach.  Well then all of sudden Al comes home from the gym and says,

"Oh, I ran today at the gym.  How far do you usually go?  Hmm...I ran for a mile straight.  Yeap, today was the first time I have EVER, EVER ran.  Did you hear me?  I've never ran before and I can already run better than you!"  *evil laugh*

I punished myself farther by going to the gym with him a few days later and running with him.  He blew me out the frigging water.  I could have signed divorce papers ON THE SPOT.  Until today folks (or folk if only one person is actually following this blog), I haven't been back to the gym with him to run.  He can still outrun me. 

And that folks is why Pam and I run so well together.  Pam might only be a few years older than me *wink* but she doesn't try to outdo me.  We balance each other out and push each other when we need too.  There's a reason I don't run with my man -  Now you know.