The Husband has entered a local 3.5 mile race on July 15th. His goal is to run it in 35 minutes, preferably 30. My goal is that he doesn’t have a heart attack (or asthma attack) before he crosses the finish line. Although it would mean I might be on the news…No. I’d rather he survive.

I get to watch him run or at least wait by the side line while he starts and then hang out for (preferably) 30 minutes until he crosses the finish line. Sounds thrilling, no? I’ll bring my camera and get pictures up after the event. Pictures of him smiling at the start, red and winded at the end, sprawled on the ground with EMT’s giving him CPR, the usual. Of course I still haven’t finished the Hawaii photos so I may not get these up until January.

And no, I don’t think he’s going to have a problem. He runs every day and barely even sweats now. He is a freak that way.