We are training for a half marathon and have slacked off significantly the last two weeks. Blame weather, health, the moon- either way our runs are difficult to crank out when we each spend about ten hours a day at work.
I prefer the wind blowing through my now boy short hair. Matthew prefers pungent smell of arm pits and farts at the gym. Tomato. Towmawtoe.
And so began, at lunch today, the great debate over where we should run tonight. We agreed we would run outside- but we simply could not decide on a location.
Matt: “okay so we’re running at Brack?”
Me: “No, the river walk.”
Matt: “We are not running their it’s dangerous.”
Me: “No, it’s not!!!”
Matt: “Okay when you end up in the hospital with rabies, I’m going to tell you ‘see it is dangerous!'”
Me: “Are you kidding me?!? Brack is full of pimps and hoes! I could end up being abducted and sold into the sex slave industry. You better start watching Taken!”
Matt: “Okay Sweat Pea, well we’ll see what happens when Big C, your pimp abducts you from the river walk!”
Me: “Sweet pea?!? That’s not my sex slave name!”
Matt: ” Big C can call you whatever he wants. And wait a second! What about me, you’re not worried that I might get abducted and sold as a sex slave. I’m pretty!”
Me: “you’re not the right kind of pretty.”
Matt: ” So I’m not pretty!?!”
Me: ” Baby, your soooo handsome! You’re beautiful but you’re not sex slave material. I’m sorry.”
Matt: ” Fine. If I wasn’t here. Where would you go running tonight.”
Me: ” Why would you not be here?”
Matt: ” I died.”
Me: “I’d be devastated, not running!”
Matt: ” Fine, it’s been two months since I died. Where would you run?”
Me: ” You think my heart would be healed in two months! No way!!!”
Matt: ” Okay, it’s been a year, you’re doing fine. Where would you running?”
Me: “I guess that would depend on where Channing [Tatum] wants to go.”
Matt: ” Really?!?”
Me: 😉
Love Junkie. 