Due to the importance of my softball game (Game 2 of the regular season) on Sunday (Valentine's Day), we decided that the holiday would be moved to Friday. The day was filled with gifts (I actually did arts and crafts as per our gift exchange instructions), flowers, girly movies, and a 5km "Romance Run". The idea of the "Romance Run" was to donate money to a worthy cause (Cancer Research) while getting some exercise in a "non-competitive" environment.
We arrived to sign up for the run at Cairo American College and hopped on a bus which led us to our destination (The Wadi Degla Protectorate). We were unprepared for the 2km hike up the dangerous terrain, and on more then a couple occasions I felt Linds was going over the edge into the desert never to be found again. She trooped through the climb and we finally arrived at the start line. Once here, we realized that "sans sunscreen" we would have to wait over an hour before the 5km race began. My "Ginger, Pasty, Freckled" skin would be tested to its limits!
Before the run, we had talked over race strategy and to eliminate any chance of my competitive nature to take command of my body and mind (Refer to the Incredible Hulk turning green) the decision was made that Linds would set the pace. It should now be noted that due to her being deemed "extremely anemic" she has been put on "Vitamin Injections" which, to the International Drug Committee, is also referred to as "blood doping". It was a good thing they didn't ask her for a drug test before the race or we would have never had the chance to strut our stuff.
"BANG!" the gun went off and we began on our 5km run to glory. I was proud of her throughout, as she inspired me with hill climbs, deep breathing, and a desire to compete to the best of her ability. We ran the entire race without breaking stride and were hand in hand crossing the finish line, destined to finish together, as a unit, as one.... But then the unthinkable happened!
All I remember was a loud roar, (almost monster like), and Lindsay broke her hand away from mine, pushed me away, and tripped me, to finish ahead of me! As it turns out she was aware that "the top 50" would receive participation badges, with the remaining runners relegated to cut up oranges and a pat on the back. Wouldn't you know it, Lindsay finished 50th, and I was left at the embarassment of finishing 51st (the best of the worst).
There you have it, a tale of determination, love, and my girl's competitive edge!
Cheers, Phil
That a girl!!! (ha ha) No, seriously, this was a fabulous start to your blogging Phil. I truly dig (Egyptian) your writing style...and you never knew you should be in L.A. writing for Leno. So glad you had a good event. Keep the posts coming!
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ReplyDeleteWhat was the arts and crafts you made Phil?
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