Captain Carl Kicked That 5K's Ass. Also, I Am A Great Wife. Or Not.

A lot of you have been asking about how Captain Carl is doing with his 5k race training. I've been on his ass to update his blog, which I'm not even linking here because he still hasn't done it and I'm sorry but no update, no linky, dude.

But I will give you guys the update. Because I love you. And because I'm a good blogger, Captain Carl.

So a couple weekends ago, he ran his very first 5k. He had hurt his knee the week before playing tennis and I wasn't sure he should be running. But he was determined to do it.

He was also extremely nervous. His biggest fear was that he would come in dead last. And it was, quite honestly, a very real possibility. Because even though he has lost a bunch of weight (30 lbs..holla!) and was running three days a week, he is still a big guy with a long road ahead of him.

Because I am a great wife (see post title above), I told him he totally would not come in last but it wouldn't even matter if he did because the important thing was that he did it at all. This is a man who a year ago could barely walk a mile without getting tired. This was a huge accomplishment!

So race day came and of course, it was freezing cold outside. And windy. And the Captain's whole family came to cheer for him and his brother, who was also running his first 5k. Which actually made him much more nervous. He didn't want to come in last in front of everyone he loves.

And y'all. He did it. He ran that motherfucker. And he. did. not. come. in. last. As a matter of fact, he finished just barely above his best time ever. I was so proud of him. I even cried a little as I took his picture crossing the finish line.

So he finished and his lips are all white because both of us forgot to bring his inhaler (did I mention he has asthma?) and I ask him if he's okay and he's all "I'm just trying not to vomit" and because I am a great wife (see post title above again), I'm all "Okay well if you're gonna puke, warn me so it doesn't get on my shoes" and he's all *wheeze* and I'm all "I'm glad that's over. It was so hard standing out here in the cold for 50 minutes waiting for you to finish!" and he's all *glare* and I'm all "What?" and he's all *glare* and I'm all "Oh. But I mean...of course it wasn't as hard as what you just did." and he's all *gagging noises* and I'm all "Ummm, I brought you a bottled water...see? Could we, ummm, maybe go inside? My nose is running.".

You are my hero, Captain Carl. For reals.

p.s. My latest post is up over at Sprocket Ink. It's a review of a scary movie that was only scary to me. Also, it's two years old.

*sigh*

I suck at self-promotion.