Mrs Dzo: Things that are embarrassing: Having a 9-month pregnant woman be in better shape than you.
Mrs Dzo: I could barely keep up with her.
Michael: To be fair, she is in better shape than anyone. But it puts things in perspective. It's like when my brother and Deets (his doberman) got beat by a girl and her dachshund in that half marathon.
Mrs Dzo: At least she gives me something to aspire to...? I mean, gosh, if only I could be as fit as a pregnant woman.
Michael: You should probably be thinking in fractions. Try aiming for half as fit as her.
Mrs Dzo: Depressing. But I survived the WHOPPING 2 miles. Though I was holding The Bean for half of it. She decided to have a hissy fit and wanted nothing to do with being in the stroller. Probably because she was ashamed of me.
Michael: I'm sure that was awesome.
Mrs Dzo: Well, it was sort of like being in boot camp and carrying a sack with you while you work out. Except my sack was hollering at me.