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.
So today I went to shopping. And I replied with this picture:
I might not be the world’s best runner, damn it, but I make a most excellent yellow highlighter.