First off, there are very few words to explain how proud of him I am. This is a huge goal and although he has run a half marathon, it's been a while. We were also both very lax with exercising up until recently, so both of us diving into training has been fun and challenging. Every morning that he gets up and goes for a run, I fill with pride and a find I have a little extra personal motivation to get my butt out of bed and do something.
I love that he and I both have goals that we are training for. His will be completed months before mine, but I am confident that this goal will give him the motivation to keep going in one way or another.
I love that we can train at the same time, but here's a secret: I hate actually training with another person. I don't mind weight lifting together, or taking a class together, but I hate biking or running with someone else when I actually have a training goal.
The reason? I always feel like I'm holding them back.
My first 5k back into running was rough for me. I couldn't get into the pace that I wanted to and I was beyond frustrated my entire run. John ran/walked with me the entire way, which was amazing and sweet of him, but honestly, it made me feel worse. He could have finished that 5k in 30 minutes. Instead he spent 45 minutes with me. I wanted to tell him multiple times to just go and leave me behind, but I knew it was more important to him to support me than to have a good run.
My second 5k wasn't any better. That time I was running with my sister Meghan and our friend Laura, who are both training for a 10k right now. They were sweet and walked/ran with me as I struggled through the first mile. I finally told them to go ahead without me. I'm bummed that I wasn't there with them to shove cupcakes in our faces together, but I felt much better running alone than running with them and holding them back from what they could accomplish. I still felt great as they were both there cheering me on at the end.
So, what John and I have now is perfect. Our alarms go off at almost the same time. (And it's almost because I need to snooze for 30 minutes before I get up and he just pops out of bed :) )
Knowing that he is getting up and exercising makes me want to get up and exercise. Well, it doesn't make me want to as much as it makes me feel guilty if I don't. Either way, I'm still getting my butt out of bed!
So, while I appreciate my friends and family wanting to run by my side and help me finish, what I really need it for you to just keep cheering. Whether its at the end of the race yelling my name, or a kind post on Facebook, that is the motivation that really helps me keep going. Keep reminding me that I can do this, no matter how hard it is sometimes.
I will succeed.
I will become a triathlete and my husband will become a marathon runner.
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