I had a long run scheduled for today. On hills. On a course about 40 minutes away, that is very isolated and lonely and at mile 8 has a section I like to call "Dog Alley," consisting of 3 rottweilers, 1 German shephard, and 1 very pissed off collie/shephard thing that once BIT my friend Jeremy.
And it's Monday, so most normal people are working. So I was going to have to head out there alone. Ugh.
Until my amazing husband said he'd come with me--and run the 10 very hilly miles at Hinckley and then I could finish the last 3 on my own around the park. So we did it, and it was hard, and I love him. He rocks.
THANKS, Matt--you're the best IronHubby a TriSaraTops could ever ask for! :)