Michael's having an ice bath right now

I remember my first 10k run: it was the Vancouver Sun Run. I can't remember the year. Anyways, after I ran it I got a lift home (promptly forgetting my car at Metrotown) and napped until my boyfriend at the time got home (who gave me the lift home, you ask? Michael did. I'm such a tart).

So then we started running 10ks fairly regularly. Collected a lot of t-shirts. Rewarded ourselves with gargantuan breakfasts afterwards.

After my first half marathon I limped back to the car and couldn't bend my leg because I hurt my knee. A friend came out to see us during the race and, at about the halfway mark, she called out "how are you doing?" to which I looked at her and replied "it really hurts!" and everyone on the sidelines starting laughing.

Upon completing my first marathon I attempted to do a hamstring stretch to have my leg start spasming. It then took us like twenty minutes to walk the four or six blocks to where we had parked our car.

Today we ran 13 or 14 miles and I came home and cleaned my apartment and am heading over to Michael's.

I must say: I do miss the breakfasts and the naps. And drinking on Saturday nights.