Easiest explanation first, right?

Two months ago, when Cassie and I were running the Cowtown 10K, we talked about how funny it would be to run a race dressed like a package of highlighters.  We laughed about how easy it would be for our loved ones to spot us among the massive hoards of runners if we were dressed from head-to-toe in the brightest colors possible.  I thought this was friendly banter.  I thought this was her way of entertaining herself while we were running. I thought this was the kind of hypothetical spectating that would never actually come to pass.  And I thought wrong.

Cassie wasn’t talking about some theoretical race in the vague and mostly non-existent future. She was talking about The Big D Half Marathon. Which is next weekend.  Which she totally made me sign up for, because Cassie has this uncanny way about her that makes me want to do stupid, self-torturous (read: challenging and inspiring) things like run 13.1 miles on a Sunday morning.

She sent me this picture the yesterday, proving that she was serious, not only about the half marathon, but about the highlighter thing as well.

She chose blue.

So today I went to shopping.  And I replied with this picture:

I chose yellow.

I might not be the world’s best runner, damn it, but I make a most excellent yellow highlighter.