He always has that affect on me

Ok, so another day, another mile down.
Last nights sleep was again, awful. The severe thunderstorms in the area weren't really helping my cause though either. I recall waking to the sound of thunder around 1:30 AM, I also remember being up and looking at the alarm clock around 5AM. Somewhere in between those two times I awoke and stated "if it's raining, I'm not going"...I remember saying it and Shawn remembers hearing it. I'm not ready for adverse weather conditions - I'm barely on board with this training regimen anyway!
Luckily for me, or un-luckily - depending on how you look at it, when I awoke to the alarm clock at 6AM (well, there was a snooze button smack or two in there), the rain had stopped.
I began to get dressed and asked Shawn if he was coming along - bracing myself for the no, rollover, and cover the head with the blanket move I had gotten the last time he had mentioned that he might join me.
Instead, he said yes. Whatta guy :).
I quickly finished getting ready, let the dogs out and fed them, grabbed some water bottles and we were off. We stretched and I told him about my already strange track habits - where I stretch, where I begin my run, the run, walk, every other lap madness, and how I just can't seem to breathe right. I'm a mouth breather, sleep with my mouth WIDE open too. He agreed, he knows duh, he's slept beside me for over 6 yrs at this point. I was a little nervous for him to see me run, it's silly, I know. We hike, walk, golf, explore together - but I'm certain I look ridiculous when I run.
I made that comment to that effect to him and he thought I was absurd, he's adorable, even if he is lying.
We set off on the run and he makes it look effortless! This guy NEVER runs, his only exercise is on the golf course these days, well, when not in a golf cart. He explained that he wasn't really getting winded, but that his legs were getting sore. We chatted a bit more during the "walk" laps, he retrieved our water for me when I said my throat was getting dry. I thanked him for coming with me, he stated that he doesn't want me to have to do this alone. When we were finished (14:09 today - I blame the wind and the chatting), we again stretched and headed home. I packed lunches, made coffee and played with the pooches, he went back to bed! We are both pretty skeptical of this endorphin high thing those real "runners" speak of.
He later tells me that he thinks he could have run that last lap that I walked. He also said that he thinks maybe we should be doing TWO miles instead of one when hitting the track as to be sure I'm actually running a mile each AM.
Hold it right there handsome! Ugh, maybe next week.
I feel better today, took a few Motrin (should probably buy some stock in Motrin), and am in a better mood all around. He always has that affect on me...