I haven’t blogged as much lately because I’ve been busy running. 


No one is more shocked by this highly unusual turn of events than I am.

I’m with Amy. Vertical running is too much work.

I don’t like running. The farthest I ran all fall and winter was from the car to the front door. Part of me thinks it would be nice to run 12 miles without a care in the world, but the second I start running I feel like I’m dying and I begin planning what my funeral program should look like. Christopher mentioned he was going to do the Couch to 5K program and my head told me not to say anything, but my mouth said, “I’ll do it with you!”


As life would have it, I am the only one who has been sticking to the program with any regularity. Just because he isn’t as faithful doesn’t mean I’m going to quit. In fact, 85% of the reason I’m continuing is just so I can beat him. He’s very uncompetitive but I’m the middle of five kids. I learned how to compete for what I wanted. Most of our conversations about competition go something like this:


Me: Want to play a game? 
Christopher: Sure.
Me: Which one? I’ll beat you at any.
Christopher: You probably will.

It’s not as fun when your opponent doesn’t care.