Leavin' me in the dust

Ugg, today was a horrible running day.  Although I had a lightweight sweat-whisking tank top on, I felt like I was running in a sweater.  A hot, sticky, furry sweater.  It was SOOOOOO humid out.  And I'd only had a cup of coffee to drink all day because I thought it was going to thunder so I didn't think we'd make it for a run.  Big mistake.  My head was pounding a short five minutes into the run and about ten minutes into it my stomach was a big ball of cramp.

Here's a recap of husby's and my run (this actually occurs every time we go):

We start out together.  We do some pathetic looking stretches in front of the house.  It's almost fake stretching because we hold the stretch for all of 5 seconds. 

Then we start walking down the street together.  Inevitably Husby purposely bumps into me, then I purposely bump into him.  We continue doing this down the street.  Then we run and try and grab tree branches like we're five. 

We finally reach the main road and I want to start the run (the walk to the main road is our "warm-up").  I get ready to go, Husby jumps in front of me.  I look annoyed and try to get going again.  Husby bumps me off the sidewalk.  I look even more annoyed.  I get ready to go again, Husby runs me off the sidewalk.  After about 2 minutes of this I finally get off.

I head off, far ahead of Husby.  He lags behind letting me feel like I'm gonna beat him.  Then, once I reach the top of the hill and start the downhill, Husby flies by me yelling "Adios" as he leaves me in the dust. 

I don't see him again until the end of the run. 

Pretty much this is a summary of our run EVERY time we go.  It makes me laugh every time.  I do kinda wish we could run farther than 2.5 miles - but Husby insists he isn't ready.  I try to tell him if he didn't sprint at the beginning, determined to leave me in the dust, he might be able to go half a mile farther.  Nope, not yet.  I'm trying not to push him since he's just learning to like the whole running thing.  So, I add an extra .25 miles to my run (making me fall farther behind) and call it a day.

I'm still thrilled that he's going with me.  I actually like running alone so it works out.  Hubs motivates me to get out the door, makes me laugh with his annoying antics, and then lets me do the run all by myself while he sprints ahead.  Then he's waiting for me at the end of the run making funny faces and walking like an old man.