Over the Fourth, the trophy wife and I zipped to
Angel Fire, New Mexico for our Land of Enchantment
We hit the road Thursday afternoon,
overnighted in Fort Collins and rose early to beat
the Denver traffic.
I carried our cooler to the car before
returning for the final load, when the trophy wife
stepped from our motel room wearing a stunning,
bright orange, spandex, spaghetti-strap, sun dress.
Her shoulders were tanned and toned from
spending three weeks hoeing the garden and she
Once in the car I mumbled, “You look
We pulled into Angel Fire about four o’clock and
stopped at the Mountain Sports store to pick up our
Seated behind the registration table were
four volunteers and one slid her chair back saying
she was exhausted and was leaving.
Another co-worker suggested she needed a
beer, but the departing official said she couldn’t
drink because she was running in the morning.
Wearing my straw hat, long-sleeve shirt and
Wranglers and I quietly quipped, “Well, I’m going to
have a beer tonight.”
The silence hung thick as the three remaining
volunteers turned and stared at us.
After sizing us up, the leader of the group nodded
towards the trophy wife and said, “Well, it’s
obvious you are a runner.
What is your last name and I will get your
chuckled and said, “We are both running the
We gathered our packets, stepped outside and
I jokingly said, “Had they assumed I was the only
runner it would have left a scab you would have
picked at for months.”
Druann just smiled.
In terms of appearance, guys are impervious
to the opinions of others.
We can wear a tattered tee-shirt not quite
covering our beer-belly which definitely covers our
belt buckle and still think we are top-shelf
Guys are simple.
Angle Fire is a ski resort in northern New Mexico
and the 8500 foot elevation would make this
particular race a beast.
The starting gun fired at seven o’clock on
the morning of the Fourth and off we went.
In spite of cooler weather, the trophy wife
struggled climbing the final mountain pass at mile
This was odd.
Suddenly, she burst into tears and thanked me
for running with her.
After 36 years of marriage, I have learned
when her emotions and words conflict, it is best to
hide or change the subject.
We were in
an open park so I blurted, “Boy, look at all the
We finished in 5:24 and Druann was first in her age
group thereby making her the oldest, female
I was uncertain if this would be good or bad,
so I pointed out all the thistle patches as we
staggered back to the car.
Angel Fire really has a weed problem.
While driving north, we re-fueled our tired
bodies from our back-seat, picnic basket and before
long, Druann reclined her seat to catch a nap.
She was spent.
Any idiot can run, but it takes a special
idiot to marathon and an extra-special idiot to
finish one in each of the 50 states.
Accomplishing this as a married couple raises
the idiocy bar to epic levels as we have yet to meet
another married couple tackling this goal together.
This was our 17th state and I so
look forward to sharing 33 more running adventures
alongside my trophy wife.
This brings me to my point.
Husbands and wives are different physically,
physiologically, emotionally and genetically, yet we
are completely compatible in marriage; a spiritual
relationship of God’s design.
Is it not
the height of arrogance for man to redefine His
Coupling recent implementation of hate crime and
anti-bullying legislation with the SCOTUS same-sex
marriage decision forever changes our world.
We are entering an era of hate where
electronic eavesdropping will enable the ruling
class to ferret out and convict Christians who
refuse to abandon their faith and worship
Believers can run, but you cannot hide.