Yesterday, MFH (My Favorite Husband) came on my morning run with me.  It has been a very long time since he has run with me around the neighborhood.  I was really looking forward to the run.

A year ago, we ran every training run together.  That was when we were training for my first marathon (his third).  When we began training for that race, MFH had told me that it would be his last long distance race.  He just does not enjoy long distance running. I had agreed.  We successfully completed that marathon and ever since then, I have been training solo.

I can remember my first solo training run. It was a trash day.  I encountered the garage collectors at a set of railroad tracks.  They had stopped the truck and asked me if I was by myself.  They were so used to seeing MFH and I running together.  They told me to be careful.  That was sweet.

Since then, the garbage collectors, the delivery men, all the neighbors, everybody has gotten used to seeing me out running pretty much every. single. morning.  They wave.  They toot their horns.  Sometimes they stop to ask what race I am training for…all that kind of stuff.  Good people!

Back to yesterday morning…

MFH and I were running Evans Road.  As we were running along, MFH’s phone rang.  It was his office.  He had to take the call so he stopped to walk while he talked to somebody out in Colorado.

I ran on ahead, about 3/4 of a mile, then I stopped to wait for him to catch up.  He was still on his call, walking.

About this time, the FedEx man drove by.  He saw me, tooted his horn and waved.  Smiling.  I waved back.  He kept on driving until he saw MFH.

The FedEx man slammed on his breaks.  Then he threw the truck into reverse!   He got to where he was close to MFH and yelled out his window, “Sir! Are you okay!?!  Is your heart alright!?!”

Then he saw MFH’s phone and realized that MFH was just walking because he had a phone call.  They waved at each other and then the FedEx man drove off.

MFH eventually caught up with me and finished his call.  We picked up our run and enjoyed ourselves.

I laughed and told MFH that he needed to run with me more often.  It wasn’t nice to throw the the FedEx driver into a panic like that!  HA!