On our first date, we had a lengthy conversation about running. Due to my oh-my-gosh-I’m-on-a-date-with-a-boy jitters, I found myself babbling on-and-on about my running goals when out of nowhere I declared that I was going to run a half marathon before the end of the year. The longer that we dated, the more impossible it became for me to back out of my half marathon commitment. So instead, my future husband helped me train for my first race during the first few months of our relationship. He even lugged his bike into town on race day so that he could ride around and wave to me at each mile. Since my first race, he has attended every race that I have competed in.
Here are just a few reasons why I know my husband is my #1 running fan:
- The night before my first marathon, I was in a tiny Indiana hotel room when I FREAKED OUT! Like, full out, lost my mind and went completely crazy freaked out.
I had been nervous for my race, but I kept it together until right before bedtime. I lost it when I decided to pin my race bib to my race shirt and lay out my race day outfit for morning. Why? My bib was missing! Why? Because my purse was missing! No joke, at 9:00 pm the night before my first marathon, I realized I had left my purse at the Red Robin we had stopped at for dinner 45 minutes outside of town. My purse contained: my running glasses, I-pod, two borrowed GPS watches, phone, wallet, and race bib. In other words, roughly $600 worth of stuff, my debit card, my id and everything I needed for my race.
As I frantically paced the hotel room and reprimanded myself for being such a moron, my husband called Red Robin, located my purse, and told me to go to bed and let him deal with it. The next morning when I woke up, my clothes were laid out, my race bib was pinned to my shirt, and my running glasses and I-pod were on my nightstand.
- As a cross country coach, my husband has access to a lot of running gear. I’m clueless when it comes to gear, but if he thinks I need something, he brings it home for me to try. Foam rollers, Garmin watches, and roller/massage sticks are just a few things he’s brought home. Plus, he randomly buys me running socks and jackets.
- I have created my own training plan for every race that I have completed. My husband always edits and approves my plans before I start training. (He has mad training plan skills.)
- I’m a warm weather runner (80 degrees plus makes me happy) but I’ve run two chilly races. Guess who met me at the finish line with extra clothes, coat, blanket, and water? My #1 fan!
- When I ran my first marathon, it was cold and SUPER windy. By mile 19 I was struggling to run in a straight line without being blown to the side of the road. As a result, I was starting to mentally lose focus. My husband jumped in the race, ran alongside me, and said he was going to join me for 3 miles. He quickly picked up the pace and said, “I’m going to run ahead of you and break wind!”
Now, I knew that he meant that he was going to try to block the wind from knocking me over, but he said BREAK wind. I must be immature because even though I had just ran 19 miles I laughed as hard as a 3rd grade boy would laugh at a fart joke. For the next 3 miles, my husband talked non-stop and BLOCKED wind which helped me finish the race.
- Sometimes, I procrastinate and put running off until late at night. My husband knows that running is important to me, so he will volunteer to run with me even if it means he is running his second run of the day. (Aww!)
I haven’t participated in many races, but having the support of friends and family when I cross the finish line is an awesome feeling. I am so thankful for everyone who keeps me motivated and encourages me to run!