These past few months Aaron has taken on training for a half marathon with me.
He has been amazing.
No whining, just plugging along putting in his time.
Race day came and we were ready.
We had prepared for this day and were taking it on!
We were flyin'. We reached mile 6 way before we thought we would and we were pumped, so pumped we stopped for a potty break! A potty break that took FOREVER!!! I honestly couldn't believe how long it took people to go... If you're stopping to go to the bathroom during a race, it shouldn't take you 5 minutes to get it out. Anyway, after we took off again, my legs were heavy which made my heart heavy. I had lost all motivation to keep going. My high turned into my low. My heavy legs wanted to rest and just like that I gave up. Hung my head and fought back the tears that were stinging my eyes.
Aaron was right there cheering me on. Helping get to that finish line. Plugging along side of me, with no complaints. He was AMAZING. Once we had finished we came across our family and friends and were greeted with big hugs and smiles. I put on a brave face and pretended like I had a good time and that I was excited to have ran with Aaron, but the truth is I hated it. I hated every minute of those last few miles. More than anything, I hated the fact I quit on myself and I quit on Aaron.
After we started the long drive home, still fighting those tears that would creep in, Aaron started to rally the troops and pick up the pieces that crumbled apart during my storm. Just like in any natural disaster, he came to my aid to put me back together.
So did all my peeps and all of my Peeps, peeps! The running world is amazing. Full of
LOVE and SUPPORT.
Just what this little one needed. Her PEEPS!
Thanks for all the amazing words of encouragement and putting me back together.
My sun is starting to shine after the storm!
And my training starts next week for my next race, on my home turf, I will not lose to myself
EVER AGAIN!
