Yesterday morning we got up at the crack of dawn to run the 9 mile loop with some friends, around a lake, just up the street from our house. The last time I ran anywhere near 9 miles was during the D.C. half marathon, back in March. The last time John ran 9 miles? Never! The last time either of us actually went for a run? Weeks ago, and it was probably some flimsy 2 mile run at that. Since when did I stop running?!So, why either of us thought we could wake up early, and go run 9 miles, is beyond us.
But, we went along for the adventure anyway. And I'd like to report, mission accomplished.
"We should do this every week," says the man who claims to hate running.Hmm, seems we have a new runner on our hands.
I felt like a very proud wife, seeing him cross that imaginary finish line.
I imagine it's the same type of feeling you get when you see your child walk for the first time.
Are we still sore today? No comment.
*I've decided I should make the title of each post, a quote from John. He's full of so much wit and he doesn't even know it. It'll be his way of contributing to the blog that, despite my pleadings, he won't post on.
2 comments:
Hmm. I hope you're more excited to see your child take their first steps than for John to cross an imaginary finish line. That's a new hope of mine for you.
I just got teary-eyed. I'm so proud ... *sniff
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