John and I ran (read: slipped and slid) the Rudolph Ramble 8K this morning. I had to practically twist John's arm to even sign up, and yesterday we went to Fleet Feet to get him all decked out in cold weather running gear. I've been begging John to run with me for months, and he's always refused, spouting every excuse in the book, from "I'm no good at running" to "It's torture." John recently started running at the gym, and has probably run a total of four times in the past six months. I have run two half marathons and a 5K in the past month. And would you believe that HE BEAT ME. I'm so proud of him for running, and I hope that he participates in more races with me in the future.