Day three starts out ~*romantically*~ (NO NOT REALLY.)
Poor Vince didn’t get too much sleep the night before because he was a gentleman and slept on the floor so all of us girls have beds. Unfortunately, it was REALLY cold since we have a balcony and the draft is horrible. He also woke up with Kelly’s feet dangling in his face. Poor guy.
We both woke up about the same time at a very early hour so we decided to go jogging. He’s been on this regimen for over a year so running is cakewalk for him. For me it’s more like trying to keep going with lava injected into my veins.
But he was nice and slowed down for me when I would stop every minute or so. And then tell me to keep going. ‘3’
We got back but everyone was still sleeping so I took the opportunity to shower and then start changing. It was going to be a grueling last day. Why?