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Wanna Bet? Part 2

I took about a week and a half off from work for the end of the year, and I knew that I'd be lax about working out in that time. So, I figured I'd give myself an extra incentive to work out. I made a bet.

Well, to be honest, it started out as more of a dare. My friend was saying she's been lax about keeping up with her running lately, so I gave her an "aw, c'mon, you can at least go once per week." In the process of coaxing/goading her to agree to this, though, I promised to run twice per week if she did that. Shortly thereafter, this turned into a bet that I'd run twice as often as she did during the break.

We didn't really set any terms to the bet at the time, though. It was more of a joke than anything else. Fast forward about a week, and a bunch of us were walking to lunch. The bet came up in conversation, so I figured it'd be fair to ask for a neutral third party to set the consequences for said bet. The only idea that came up was "loser has to buy the winner a meal for a week." I don't remember us ever explicitly agreeing to this, but it was the only time we talked about it, so I'm going to have to assume these are the stakes.

Fast forward to today. I ran on Sunday to pull even (as far as I know - she could be sandbagging) for last week, so I figured I'd take Monday as a rest day. And since we're even going into the last week of the year, that makes this week critical. I know this, so I figured I'd get a run in today. That's when the fun began.

I was going to head out this morning after breakfast, but I had to help take care of kids for a couple of hours. By that point, it was lunch time, so I had to postpone my run. I didn't want to run on a full stomach, either, so I figured I'd wait a few hours. By about four in the afternoon, I was ready to head out. I grabbed my running gear, and headed to the restroom (anything longer than about 3 miles with a full bladder is not fun). And that's when I heard the pitter-patter of rain on the bathroom skylight.

Aiyah. Seriously?

If I lose this bet, I blame the San Francisco weather. Worse yet, if I lose this bet by 1 run, I'm somehow extracting the cost of a week's worth of meals from the city. No way karma's out to get me that bad.

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