3 Chicks and a Fat Married Guy

On a whim, without really thinking it through, I sent a link to the “Rock n’ Relay” to two of my friends and asked if they would want to do it. It is a marathon relay, with each team member running about 6 miles total. That’s three laps of two miles each.

On first glance this sounded like oodles of fun. A running team! Only 2 miles (I obviously didn’t do the math in my head right away)! Music and food in the park while you wait! But about an hour after I sent this out and both of my friends agreed to do it, I began to regret my decision.

I am a novice runner to say the least. I do not like running. I hate it. I like how it makes me feel when I’m done, I enjoy the sense of accomplishment, but generally speaking when I am running I want to kill anything in my periphery and I swear like a sailor. I ran my first race this year for Cinco de Mayo. It was a 5k. I didn’t even run the whole thing. I ran a lot of it, a lot more of it than I thought I would. But that was only 3 miles.

So, the race is at the beginning of August, and I have a team, which consists of 3 chicks and a fat married guy. And we are going to lose, but hopefully finish. Today is my first day of “training” and running with a teammate. Two miles is on the agenda. I’m a little terrified. Plus it’s super hot today, which never helps. There is a reason running didn’t stick when I lived in Texas, or Tuscon. Heat + Excessive physical strain = Evil.