When Chad and I were dating we would fequently go running together. When we got engaged I was so excited because not only was I getting a husband...but I thought I was getting a permanent running partner. Not so much. Chad hates running. He associates it with punishment from his high school soccer days! Apparently he was willing to suffer through it in order to lure me in. I'm glad he did...I would have married him even if he hadn't run with me but it was fun while it lasted. In his defense, Chad has produced an alternative live in running partner. Granted he is 3 foot nothing...but he will run with me anytime I ask. He can run a solid mile and stay right with me...well until I tell him to race to the end and from out of no where his little legs get this burst of energy and he creams me EVERY TIME! Chad pulled a bait and switch on me...but I will take it!
