I'm at my hotel for the Warrior Dash. My sweetie has come along to heckle. Thing 2 is supposed to be here, but her ankyldosing spondylitis/fibromalgia/lyme disease struck hard today. After breakfast, I dropped her off at her apartment so she could finish packing and I went home and packed. As I was walking out the door to get her, I got a text. We had stopped at a mall after breakfast so she buy some sun glasses. The walking involved got her hips to start giving her pain. After she got home, she was walking downstairs to get the mail and her hips gave out and she fell the last 2 stairs. She texted me from bed, crying. She couldn't go. She said it would make her too sad to go and heckle and if she just tried to do a little bit, she would push herself too hard and get hurt. She promised to heckle me on facebook. Tomorrow, I shall wear to bib numbers, run angry, and run for her as well as me. To see this happen to someone with such an adventurous, what the hell, lets give it shot as long as we get muddy attitude infuriates me. For that person to be one of my 2 favorite people in the world and to be powerless to help drives me to near insanity. I shall run tomorrow. I will get her second fuzzy helmet, and buy her some warrior gear. The kid is a warrior. We will try again August 25 for Warrior Dash Ohio II. Until then, I'm pissed.