Bogged down by a shoulder injury, it had been weeks since I’d been able to train properly for my upcoming race. As I lay in bed, I moaned to my man about my sorry state. I told Ted I felt so far behind and couldn’t understand how a screwy shoulder could mess me up so badly.

“You do realize you use your whole body to run,” the smarty-pants said. I shrugged as he added, “You need to get back out there.”

I groaned dismissively, but he was insistent.

“Yes, you do,” Ted told me.

“No,” I argued.

Then he startled me by shoving a hand under my back and flipping me onto my belly. “Ted! What the hell?”

But the protest died on my tongue because his hand landed on my ass hard enough to make me squeal. My flesh... Read More