If you didn’t see this post on the Runners World Daily Blog, it’s kind of explanation for the reason I’m posting this. If you have no interest or are too lazy to click over and read that post, in a nutshell… the author devoted the blog post for the day to say thank you to his wife because she puts up with all the time that he takes to get in his running. At the end he challenged other runners to do the same. So I’m taking on the challenge… this is my ode of appreciation to my hubby!
I admit, there is a certain level of guilt I experience when I head out to go running on the weekend. Or when I take off to go running on a weekday evening and declare it “Find Your Own Dinner” night. (But then again, I experience guilt for EVERYTHING. It’s something I’m working on, seriously. I feel guilty about things that I have no role in.) The guilt I experience is ridiculous, it’s not like my husband is sitting at home pining away for me. He LIKES watching football on Saturday mornings. He LIKES making grilled PB & banana sandwiches for himself or eating a bowl of cereal for dinner. He LIKES sleeping in on weekends and has no desire to get up when I do for a run.
And when I get home, he cheerfully asks me “How was the run?” And then he (kind of) listens as I ramble on and on about the conditions, how I felt, the people I ran with, and whatever other random nonsense that comes out of my mouth. (Yes, he is the recipient of most of my verbal diarrhea. But he only halfway hears most of it! It’s a skill men have, selective retention.)
So here is my shout out to my husband. I love you and appreciate that you support my crazy running hours!