Lickety Split

Today Al, I, Teresa and Haylee ran the Hartsville YMCA's Lickety Split 5k race.  It was at 8am and HOT.  Have I mentioned I hate summer in SC?  If I haven't, you should know I do.  But I digress - the course was extremely, EXTREMELY hilly - which I was NOT prepared for.  I expected a hill or two, but I swear to all things mighty that there must have been 100 hills we had to run up in this race.  Ok, maybe not 100, but at least 4 to 6.  No. Frigging. Joke.

So needless to say, my time sucked.   Two minutes worse than my last race and I was aiming for 40 minutes or less.  Al and I finished in 46 minutes.  Boo.  Haylee finished in 44 and Teresa finished in 39 (she's such a show off you know?).

Guess what though?  Even though my time sucked and the course nearly killed me - I won a medal.  HELLS YEAH!!!!!!  I finished third in my age group - which I don't really know what it was, but hey whatever.  I missed them calling out my name though, I swore the man said Amy Briggs so I didn't budge.  Al and Teresa kept saying "I think he said your name" but I knew there was just no way.  So many people finished ahead of me.  Teresa won first place in our age group - which surprised nobody cause like I said, she's a show off anyways.   I only keep her around because she's encouraging....

Training with Al

I've mentioned before that I don't like to run with Al.   He always proves that he didn't have many girlfriends before me.  How so you ask? 

Well, a perfect example would be our run together this morning.  We don't run together very often - usually only during races and then that only lasts a few minutes.   I woke up this morning with a sore back but decided I'd try to run anyways.  We start out walking over to the other neighborhood....me assuming my back would warm up and I'd feel better before we ran.  As soon as we started running, I knew it wasn't going to be a good run.  We ran/walked the half mile to the stop sign at the end of the road and I was already pouring buckets of sweat.  At 7am, it was cool but the sun came straight down on us so it was HOT.

Not nearly as hot as that race on the Racetrack where I think I saw a turtle melted to it.  But it was pretty close.

I started doing what I do best.  Bitching.  Complaining about my back, how hot it was, how I was the one having to stop running first, how I hate running, etc.  I do this well folks.  Pam and I have it down to an art form when we run together.  Me and Al?  Not so much.  I expected my husband to say something like:

"You're doing great!"

"You're better at running than you think."

"You look SSSOOOO hot in those tight spandex shorts."

Yes, I would have taken the last one as a compliment at this point.  All I got?  The "Al caught in headlights" look which resembles the "Deer caught in headlights" look.  He honestly didn't know what to say to my bitching and profanity.  I'm sorry, running makes me swear.  A lot. 

So there - that's how I know Al didn't have many girlfriends before me.....because if he had, he would have known that when I was going off on my rant, it was HIS job to make me feel like sucky at running.  He failed. 

But the main reason I hate running with Al - he's better at it than me.  But I'm not the one with a gross Planters Wart on my foot.  Just saying.  That's all I got.