Ken, my husband, completed his first triathlon this weekend. It was local, here in Longmont, CO. His wave started at 7:05 a.m. The kids and I wanted to cheer him on from the start, but that meant a very early morning for all of us.
He's a stud
Later in the day I was yawning and jokingly said to him, "I'm tired from getting up to watch your ass swim/bike/run at 7:00 a.m."His response?
"Oh yeah, I remember back in January when I watched your ass run a marathon for four hours. Oh yeah and I flew to another state to watch you. That's right, then I drove around with two whiny kids for four hours in a city I didn't know in a car that wasn't mine looking for you along the marathon route so we could cheer you for three seconds while you ran by. Then it was back in the car, taking out the map of this city I didn't know, to go to the next place trying to find a place to park to watch you run by for three seconds again. Then when it was all over, you felt sick for the rest of the day and we rubbed your feet, looked at your blisters and black toenails and ordered you room service. Now that's dedication."
Well, he wasn't quite that sarcastic, but it put me in my place.
We runners demand a lot of those around us. Months of training that includes hours away from our loved ones. Injuries, illnesses. Getting lost on our runs and calling home for directions or to be picked up because we were caught in a thunderstorm/blizzard or we were just too tired to keep on. Hundreds of dollars spent on shoes, Garmins, gels, Gus, blocks, beans, socks, fuel belts, sports drinks, post run sandwiches, coffees. Hundreds more dollars spent on race entries and massages for that tight hamstring or IT band. Memberships to health clubs so we can balance our running with yoga or so we can supplement our outdoor running with dreadmill training. Early morning outings to train. Endless talk about which race is next, how we will PR, what training plan we will use. Shoulders to cry on when we DNF or don't meet our PRs. And the list goes on.
When we train and run our races, we think it's all about us because we are the tired ones, the ones doing all the work, putting in the time. But what I realized on Sunday is that it takes a lot of fortitude, patience and energy to be the fan club, the cheer team the sideline supporters. So this blog goes out to my husband, parents, friends, children and other family members who have graciously and selflessly supported me along the way. Your time and love does not go unnoticed.
So take time today to thank those who put in the time to be your fan club.