Why it's tough for me to be married: Hey, honey, listen, I'm going out for a run, I'll be back tomorrow! Yeah, I know it's 6 pm on Friday, I'll be back around 8 am.
Why it's tough for Jesus to be married: No, honey, I'm not hungry, me and the guys already ate. Yeah, I know I didn't bring anything but some fella had a fish, and there were a couple of loaves of bread. Oh, I don't know there were a few thousand. No, really, I'm not hungry, there was plenty.
Me: No really, there's 13 of us, and we plan on running 50 miles. Don't worry, we'll have on headlamps. In the cooler? Well, it's some boost, some PB&J's, some Gatorade, some boiled potatoes.
Jesus: Yes, she's gonna be there, and she is NOT a prostitute! That was a wicked rumour, can't you just call her Mary.
Me: Not that you would care, but I made it 50 miles.
Jesus: Not that you would care, but I was dead for 3 days.
Me: Ok, you're right, we were fishing.
Jesus: Yeah you're right, we were fishing.
7:10 PM Friday, 6/08/2008 - 5:23 AM Saturday, 6/09/2008 10 Hours and 13 minutes, 50 miles, the last letter (D) before the SLAM! good friends, good training, good times .....
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