Brad’s getting ready for the Lincoln Mile, so he and Keaton (on the bike) took off to do some speed work in Wyuka when we got home from Friend, then walked in the door, sopping wet, an hour later to let me get my run in.

Brad, looking at my t-shirt: “You’re gonna be hot.”

“Well, I’m not in good enough shape to take my shirt off yet, so too bad.”
Brad, shrugging: “OK.”
Two miles in, the heat proved me wrong and I had to carry my shirt the rest of the way. 
Why I even bother arguing with him at this point is beyond me…

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