Made in Richmond

I came home today to find the fence almost complete (!) and my entire downstairs scrubbed to perfections (!!!).  After some brief puttering, Ross and I then made our way out to Brookland Park to watch what turned out to be the epitome of boyness.

It all started with a challenge.  MattWhite bet Nate that Nate couldn’t run a half marathon (that’s 13.1 miles).  Nate, being a boy, insisted he could.  MattWhite, also being a boy, decided to make a bet out of it.  Whoever won the best would get to take Shelly out on a date.  Whoever lost the bet would have to pay for the date.  Don’t worry, they cleared it with Shelly before anything was finalized, and trust me, spending an evening with Shelly is guaranteed to be fun/hilarious/magical.  I might even run 13.1 miles to be guaranteed an evening with her.

Being the social guy that he is, MattWhite decided to make this event into a party.  So, a few of us headed over to a grassy area in the center of the predetermined route.  We set up a grill, had some snacks, and exploded into encouraging screams, whoops, and applause when Nate passed by about every 45 minutes.  It concluded with Nate crossing the finish line (yes, there was a finish line) after about 3 hours.  Pretty good for someone who had never run more than 4 miles in a row in his life.

The whole time I kept thinking, “This situation would never happen with two girls.”  Then I kinda wished I were a boy, like how I feel when I watch movies like The Sandlot.

Now we’re home and heading off to bed soon.  The in-laws are coming over early tomorrow to finish up the fence and we both need to get some serious rest.  I’m happy, sleepy, and not *completely* covered in bug bites.  I’d say it’s a pretty good start to the weekend.