Some of you may not have met him already. He thinks his name is Usain Bolt.
This might be my fault......I made him buy running shoes a few weeks ago. Begin problem.
Let me tell you a few things about my beloved spouse. He was a tennis superstar in his youth and even played tennis in a beer league until a few years ago. When his job and family responsibilities (i.e. supporting my shopping problem and dealing with our hyper children) increased, he stopped exercising. Which would be fine, except that with his rising cholesterol, job stress and generally crabby attitude, he really needed some exercise. (ENTER running)
2 weeks later, he is fricking Usain Bolt. "Guess how far I ran today" "How fast do you run this distance""I'm getting a blister" blah blah blah or my favorite "I think I have tendonitis in my big toe" (picture me laughing hysterically at that one). As the one who has actually been running for more than a millisecond, I resent the competition. I'm the runner, I tell him. YOU are just trying it out for awhile. He won't last- or will he?????
I created a monster.
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