It was some kind of crazy heat wave here in Indy so I skipped my run. Mr. Hilarious said, "well, I was hoping we could run together for our anniversary, but I guess it's just too hot for you."
He is not a runner. In fact he's never run more than mile in his life. Despite my pleading and begging and promises of how it will bring us closer, he refuses to run with me. I know some couples who both run. They swap advice and tips, spend their vacations and anniversaries jogging together. They push each other to new and higher goals. We are not a running a couple. But we are a great couple. To be fair, he didn't know he was marrying a runner. I only started running after my son Ronan was born. He's had to spend many long Saturdays alone with the kids while I run. Even though I would love to run with him, I kind of like having him cheering me on from the sidelines. When I ran the Flying Pig in 2002, he met me at mile 18 with a camera and a giant poster that said "run, mom, run". When I saw him again mile 26, I was so emotional, I started crying. I didn't think I'd see him until after the race and too see him standing on the median with our kids was so sweet. I stopped running and hugged him until he said "you aren't finished yet. You have to keep going."
Another bonus: he's a great running gear shopper. I'm a sale rack shopper so I buy mismatched pieces in funky colors. He splurges and gifts the best. The ultimate gift was for Christmas a few years ago. He bought an ipod nano with the nike mileage counter. Even though he doesn't understand the crazy need to run, he supports it, and that's huge. It also means that I have to let him go to marathon poker games with his buddies. My running addiction is a healthier, but when he wins, he does buy me cool running gear. It's a win/win.
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