Ahhh, my silly wife. She’s so funny about some things. Well, especially my running. Like, when I wanted to run a 50-miler, she thought it was crazy, and it was too much, but then I did it. I was slower than I expected to be and out of cell phone range that day, so she freaked out when she didn’t hear from as soon as she thought she would. When I finally got a hold of her, she was pretty upset. I think she’d already written my eulogy. She gave me an earful for a good 30 minutes. But right after that, you know what she told everybody?
“Guess what my husband did! He ran 50 miles!”
Ahhh, women. As Norm Peterson said on Cheers, “you can’t live with ’em, … pass the beer nuts.”
Well, she did it again this weekend. I won’t lie. This Boston training cycle was a bit tough. I’m not the type of guy who misses family time to work out, but I’m pretty dedicated and focused when I’m attacking a training cycle. She didn’t hesitate to let me know that she wasn’t going to miss this training cycle. I’m up early in the morning, sometimes I fall asleep early at night, I’m pretty focused on my nutrition, I talk about the race a lot … enough’s enough. And then it was done. But not in her mind.
Easter is a holiday we spend with our family. It’s a reason to celebrate and give thanks. And I guess in her eyes, nothing says dessert on Easter like this:
