Curses to my husband who suggested, in the most innocent manner, that I do speed work to decrease the time it takes me to run a mile. He had to know that I would blatantly ignore this suggestion if it came from anyone else but him. But for some reason, I take his plain recommendation and consider it a double-dog dare.

So, I did some speed work yesterday, and I wanted to puke. But I’ll do it again. Of course. When he found out that I was doing it while pushing the jogging stroller, he laughed. He went running once with the stroller. It is much harder. So, he laughs at his foolish wife who does everything the hard way.

But he did concede that he’s pretty impressed. And I think he’s expecting me to keep up with him come October when we’ll do the Army Ten Miler.

Fortunately, no strollers are permitted.