Yesterday I was lucky enough to escort my little baby brother Billy on a thirty minute run. And by little baby brother, I of course mean my 20 year old, stud of a brother who is currently in the process of training for a 100-mile run.
Yeah, it was painful.
Dinner the night before hadn't sat with me too well (shame on you jambalaya!) and my stomach was churning the entire few miles. Add to that the fact that I'm woefully out of shape again courtesy of three months spent traveling and you get a recipe for ouch.
Billy very graciously allowed me to walk, twice, and then proceeded to encourage me the final sprint to my driveway whereupon I mumbled about water and stumbled into a heap on my living room floor.
Despite all that, it was a truly enjoyable morning. The run hurt but was short enough not to make me sore for days, plus, I got to enjoy a cloudy, overcast day with my truly hilarious brother. All in all, it was a pretty good start to my Saturday.
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