Today we ran the “skunk run,” only Mark “super” modified this, normally 4 mile, route to make it the schedule-dictated 3 mile run. I am the one who insists that a 5 mile run is not a hundredth short, and Mark is ensuring that we stick as close to the required mileage as possible. It’s a good check and balance system. I don’t mind too much.
Mark is a good running buddy because he knows the unwritten (until now) ground rules. I don’t say running partner; I like to think of my “running friends” as just that and no more. Mark knows me and my quirks well. We trained for our first marathons together – well, mostly together. I did my long runs with my husband and YaYa – but that is a story for another entry.
When I did my first marathon, there were several of us at my work who all trained together during the week. Of the five of us, who trained for Napa 2002, only three of us are still working there. Only Mark and I are still running. Here is the photo taken of us after the marathon for a story about us in the company newsletter.
