...apparently just ran together. As the Dear Leader (that's not being used anymore, right?) mentioned in her last post, we had our longest run to date last weekend. Tomorrow, it'll be a new longest run to date. At any rate, that's not the point. As I'm sure you will all be thrilled to hear, nearly two and a half hours of sweaty fabric rubbing on skin does some unpleasant things. Normally I'd spare you the details of this, except that Katie and I ended up with matching raw spots on our collar bones after our shirts decided we needed semi-permanent reminders that we're idiots for doing this. While I'm sure the shirts (being capable of rational thought and all) were only looking out for us, it is rather embarrassing to have matching raw spots. Luckily, no one is the wiser (other than those of you reading this) because the neckline of my apparel tends to be a bit higher than Katie's.
So you see, despite the borderline inappropriate topic (I'll save you a discussion of what our toenails look like right now), it really is a touching story of two crazy kids so in love they manage to disfigure themselves in similar fashion. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to turn this into the next great romantic comedy.
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