Here’s a conversation I never expected to have with a running partner….who, frankly, is not much of a conversationalist (and that’s OK with me because anyone who has ever run with me knows I do all the talking anyway):

Sam: pulling toward every ditch filled with water from the weekend rain. (If he could talk, I imagine he would have said something like…COME ON! It’s FULL of water….and mud. Let go, let go, let go!). 

Me (out loud) : I know what you’re thinking and the answer is “no.” You just had a bath, and we’re going to see Santa tonight.