Started slow - Now she's a marathon runner, had just completed an Iron Man, so I was outclassed. I knew my will and astonishing intellect (poor spelling aside) would have to carry the day... first thing I would do would be to plug in my headphones and pretend I couldn't hear a damn thing she said, frustrating her and taking her out of her game plan.

"Huh?"
"What?"
"I can't hear you, I'm wearing headphones!"

20 minutes into the run I could tell my evil plan and blistering 10 minute pace was working (set up by some clever plotting - "It's just a fun run, lets take it slow so we can talk"

At mile 3 I got a little concerned, as she was picking up the pace and seemed to be getting comfortable (thrust - counter-thrust. The chess match began in earnest!).

At mile 4.5, I cold tell she was warm (bitch! who takes 5 miles to get warm?!?!?!?!) I feigned the need to walk for a few seconds prior to coming down the shoot. I knew she was feeling it, and true to form, she didn't want to stop, jogging around me as I built up my reserves fort the finishing sprint she didn't know was coming. Also, I messed with her grove again. Throwing off the groove was integral with my plan.

After walking about 10 paces, I was off like a dart at a smoking sub 10 minute pace. I waited until the last few paces to position myself in front of her, using my considerable girth (not the Wahoo kind of girth) To block her - I kept telling her, c'mon, so we could cross the line together, but she just didn't have it in her to catch up. WELSHY WINS!!!!!

Trip her?

BEER. LOTS OF BEER!!!!

But she was sneaky and not to be taken lightly - in payment, I was draged kicking and screaming to the Outlet Mall.


About 50 extra pounds.


Welshy 1, Comet 0