This morning started off rough for him at work and didn't end until 730pm, when he pulled into the driveway because his clients that were supposed to show up at his office for a 5pm meeting didn't get there until 6pm and didn't leave until7pm. He had a l-o-n-g day.
When he got home we set out to run our 3 miles, as per our training schedule, like we do every Tuesday. Sometimes we go in the morning, but that didn't happen today, so we ended up heading out around 8pm. In the 87 or so degree weather.
And then we didn't get home until about 10pm. I thought we were just going to run our 3 miles, but my sweet, sweet husband, who knew I was having trouble with my long runs and who knew that I was really mad at myself about how I did on Saturday, just kept running tonight, and got me all turned around in our neighborhood and made it to where I had no idea how long we were running for or how far we had gone or how fast we were going and made it to where I was able to run the full 10 miles.
At about 8 miles we were turning in to our section of the neighborhood and told me how far we had run and asked if I wanted to run the last 2 or so. And I knew I wouldn't forgive myself if I said I wanted to go home--this was my chance to run the full 10 and get over that hump--so of course I said yes. And man, it was a long last 2 miles, but I am so grateful to my husband for loving me so spot on and helping me with the one thing that has been eating away at me this week.
Now, I just have to do this on my own, without him to pace me and talk to me. I'm just going to have to do it though. No excuses. It's going to be hard and my legs are going to be tired and I just need to keep going. And, interestingly enough, when I run/walked a good portion of the 10 miles on Saturday I was much more out of breath throughout it all from all of the starting and stopping and my legs actually hurt worse when I was done--my hips hurt and I felt physically sick. Tonight I'm tired, but doing ok. Interesting. And, while tonight we did run at an almost embarrassingly slow pace, I just did the math and it was about a minute and a half faster per mile than my average pace on Saturday. So that's something I guess.
So now, as it nears midnight, we're both lounging in bed, watching the Astros and Conan, enjoying our frozen pizza (because really that was about all we could manage to cook for dinner, even though I had other plans when I thought we were running only 3 miles) and our Sonic drinks, because their commercials have been making me crave one lately and I made myself a deal that when I RAN the 10 miles, then I could go get my Cherry Limeade.
Thank you babe. You gave me a great gift tonight. Thank you for helping me to run 10 miles on this random Tuesday night, when I'm sure there were probably about a thousand things you'd rather have been doing. Despite the pain, I enjoyed seeing 2 hours worth of our neighborhood tonight with you--running down streets we'd never been down and parts of the neighborhood we'd never seen and looking at houses we'd never noticed as we ran to I-10 and then 610 and everywhere (it seemed) in between. I enjoyed just being able to run with you like we used it. It's a night I'm sure I'll remember for a long time.
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