= Such Stupid Things =

A good friend of Marie's has begun training for a triathalon with his wife. Fitness is a marvelous thing, so good for them I say. But as it turns out, their decision is bad for me.

The friend in question is filling Marie's head with all sorts of crazy ideas about couples races and how much fun they are. Thankfully Marie agrees that triathalons and marathons are a bit too intense, but she's found something a little lower on the grueling-o-meter: the annual Muddy Buddy. It's a six-mile biking/running/obstacle course built for two, to be run this summer in cities across America, (San Jose for example).

I hate to seem like a wet blanket... the race looks like fun in theory, and it has a definite team-building, good-story-for-later quality to it, but ultimately I can't get past my deep-seated aversion to running. Unless it's to something good or away from something bad, I'd rather walk briskly or just stay put. The abstract notion of "finish line" just doesn't do it for me, even if it's less of a line and more of a giant pit of mud.

So I said "no". Is that the lamest thing you've ever heard?