I went for a run with my mom this week. (I'm visiting here in Madison for a few days) The route we chose is a 3 miler that finishes with a brutal hill that you can't actually see the top of when you start out.
I was already sucking wind as we started at the bottom of that never-ending hill that is over a quarter mile long. After about 30 seconds I knew there was no way and told her to just go ahead and leave me to die a slow death.
She was, of course, having no issue with the hill and easily killed it. Then, to my added humiliation, circled back at about half way to check on me, give me some cheery encouragement, and then proceeded to kill it again. Sigh... my mom rocks!
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