Three-legged race
If you really want to find out just how well you know somebody, partner with them in a three-legged race. I found out the hard way just how competitive Tim was.
It all started at my company’s picnic in the summer of 1988. Tim and I had been married almost three years, but we had been together for six.
One of my co-workers suggested Tim and I participate in the three-legged race. We looked at each other: “Why not?” “It sounds like fun.”
Tim tied his right leg to my left one. I wrapped my left arm around his back while he wrapped his right one around mine.
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