Over the weekend my hubby mentioned registering for a 5K that is happening at the end of September. Running is sooooooo not my thing; in fact, I find it only slightly less awful than having a root canal, but I'm happy and
Hubs: I think I'll do that Couch-to-5K program.
Me: Sounds good. A lot of my friends have followed it and liked it.
Hubs: Yea, but I'm not going to start at the beginning. I think I'll start on like week four.
Me: (eyebrow raise) Ooooooooo-K. (in my most sarcastic tone) Why would you do that? Just do it normal like everyone else does, and maybe it'll actually work.
Hubs: Well, I'm an athlete.
An athlete??? Playing basketball in high school and college does not allow you to call yourself an athlete 15+ years and 30ish pounds later! I had to refrain from busting out in a fit of giggles at his oh-so-silly self-proclamation. Instead I just fired one of my infamous one liners, and finished off the conversation with:
Me: Yea, and I'm a ballerina.
After all, I did take ballet lessons when I was SEVEN!