this post is brought to you by the number 6 and the color orange

I ran six miles yesterday. yes, six. my wife right beside me the whole way. she's just an incredible bundle of encouragement when we run.

you see, i go through this transformation when i run. i really do like it, especially the fact that i'm exercising - but somehow, i become this whiny, complaining, hungry, little boy when i run.

and i really need to set my expectations well. 'cause it's not pretty when 4 miles accidentally becomes 4.7. i'm not nice when we insert a tempo run in this 3 miler that i thought was just a 3 miler.

but yesterday was really nice. really nice. amy talked to me the whole time. it was nice, not because it was a distraction from the running, but i really got to hear her thoughts on everything. i like that. i like talking to her.

she's the best. i know that you're thinking, "maybe my wife's the best." or even, "maybe i'm the best." but in this case. you are wrong. my wife is the best and i'm really glad that i met her and that she captured my heart and that we're married