It was super duper wonderful, and there will be an entirely separate post dedicated to the insane amount of food we ingested last weekend.
But first, the race.
Jay has been training for this for several months now, the same amount of time that I’ve had a super messed up knee. I’m totally over that, though. His friend Tony, a comedy buddy from DC, recently moved to Asheville (an hour away from us) with his wife Katie, and Tony invited Jay to do this race with him. Tony’s been doing events like this for some time now, and does those ridiculous tough mudder things, so Jay was glad to start with a smaller event. The running itself was fine, but I think Jay was underestimating that “trail run” really means “you’ll just be starting at a straight incline, and that will last for the first mile.” He was a little tired when he got done.
That’s right, Jay was slightly tired at the end in the pukey way that you get when you’re slightly tired, and by slightly I mean REALLY, so he just kept running right passed us until the vom feelings stopped. It was kind of amusing.
After the race, we ate all the food in Asheville, and continued all the fun of being near wonderful friends. Jay, for his part, has plans to continue running and do other races – maybe we’ll start travelling to 5ks and I’ll do eating and mimosa-drinking and photographing things, and he’ll run and be all healthy. Sounds about right. The “continued running” hasn’t actually started yet since he hasn’t done any form of exercise since Saturday, but that’s neither here nor there, he tells me.
Congrats, Jay! I’m proud.