Run Together

Tonight I got to do something I hadn't done since I really started running.  I got to run with my husband!

Now before you get ideas of us putting on our running clothes and heading out to run through the neighborhood together, stop.  We ran, in the same room, on treadmills that were next to each other.  I was still super excited about getting to run with him.  I had been looking forward to it all day, ever since he agreed to earlier in the day.

Maybe all that anticipation was too much because it was kind of a let down.  Even thought we were next to each other, he couldn't hear me unless I shouted and there were other people around so I didn't want to do that.  I guess I was imagining a picture perfect run.  We could go at different speeds but still stay next to each other.  We would chat and laugh a little and we would each be able to sense when the other was struggling and immediately give them the encouragement they so desperately needed.  Since it was nothing like that, I was disappointed, but mostly because I had set up high expectations of this event and so it was highly unlikely that the run could ever live up to them.

It also didn't help that I had a really sucky run.  If I had thought about my run at all (other than creating semi-romantic fantasies about it) I would have known it was going to be a challenging one and been more prepared for it.  Instead I was blindsided by a sucky run when I had been imagining a perfect one.  What do you do when something you have been looking forward turns out sucky?  I try to to be logical and understand why the two, expectations and reality, were so far apart. However, often there is less rational yelling, crying and pouting that goes on first (I am glad to say that none of that happened this time though).