Extraordinary

Chapter 54: The Mud Run

Chapter 53: The Mud Run

“Get up! Get up! Get up!” I chant, tugging on Louis’ arm to get him out of bed. But he clung onto his mattress, gripping onto it with his fingers so he wouldn’t have to get up. He was practically dead asleep when I came over to pick him up for the run this morning. I used his key from his secret location to get in again, trying not to wake Harry in the process. So now here I am trying to get him up to get ready because we had to leave soon.

“Can’t we just do it another day?” He groans. I gape at him.

“Louis, the mud run is TODAY! We can’t just miss it! You need to get up because we have a thirty minute drive ahead of us,” He groans again, shoving his face into his pillow. I sigh in exasperation. He seriously didn’t want to get up right now; I had a feeling it was because he was tired, not because of the run. 

“I’m not afraid to dump water on you Louis,” I warn him. He pulls his head out of the pillow and glares at me.

“We’re going to get all dirty and mucky anyways, so what’s the point?” I give him a dumbfounded look.

“I’d rather not because it’s going to waste even more time. Come on Louis, just please get up. We can stop for breakfast if you want,” He perks up, looking up at me to see if I’m being honest with him.

“Coffee?”

“It’s not preferable to do before a run, but if it gets you going then yes we can stop for coffee,” I say. This was one of those days that (a) didn’t need to drink coffee and (b) shouldn’t because we’re running about six miles in mud and obstacles. It would only give me temporary energy and I need way more than that to run six miles since I don’t usually run that far on a daily basis.

“Fine,” He whines, sitting up in bed. “Perhaps I should get you a birthday present that doesn’t make us get up at-“ He glances at his digital clock on the nightstand. “5:30?” He looks back at me in utter surprise. I nod.

“Yup, the race starts at eight and I’d like to get there early to escape the crowd,” I explain to him.  He shakes his head, then looks up at me and smiles.

“You’re lucky I love you,”

“Yeah well, I’ll love you even more when you’re ready,” I smirk, walking out of his room and leaning on his wall in the hallway, waiting for him to change.  

I know what you’re thinking. This is purely ironic. Usually I’m the one who has trouble getting up in the morning because of my lack of sleep and late-night coffee drinks. But I’ve been waiting for this day ever since my birthday and I wanted to be ready. I went to bed early and everything.  I laid out my clothes the night before and ate a huge bowl of spaghetti and drank about five bottles of water including the one that was sitting in my car. I was completely and utterly excited about this so I wanted to make sure I was doing everything right that runners usually do before one of these kinds of runs. Because this wasn’t an ordinary everyday run or even one of those 5ks. This was the London Mud Run and I was ready to take the challenge of doing it.

“Are we still matching?” Louis asks me, peaking his head out of his bedroom door. I smile and nod, holding out a red bandana to him.  Since I found out that the color of the shirts we’d get at the entrance would be red, I knew that we had to wear some sort of accessory when we ran. So I thought it’d be cool to coordinate other than our matching shirts.

And we did coordinate, almost completely alike other than our old tennis shoes that would soon to be mucked up. Since London of course would soon to be going through the harsh weather of winter, we had to wear layers. So there we both stood in all black long-sleeve muscle shirts and black compression pants. Then we’d have our t-shirts to add another layer, so we should be able to do the run without jackets.