Last May, Greg decided he was going to run the Air Force Marathon in Dayton OH and I was all, “Seriously?” I know marathons are a like, a thing. I know regular people do them all the time but something about running or walking or (if the runner were me) limping/whining for 26.2 miles sounds like the desire of a self-loathing madman.
I’m probably the worst marathon wife ever. Not even kidding. Over the past five months, when my husband climbed out of bed at 5am, I would lie under the covers in a partial sleep-coma mumbling the reasons he should rejoin me and Mr. Sandman…
“It’s still dark– humans aren’t supposed to be awake when it’s dark…”
“Isn’t it raining? Don’t run in the rain. You’ll catch your death and leave me forever. Sim and I will end up in the poor house…”
“This bed is my FAVORITE place. I’m so cozy right now. You’re gonna regret getting up like this…”
“If you leave me now, you’ll take away the biggest part of me…. oooh oooh ooooh….” <— That one was me singing
“IF YOU GET BACK IN BED I WILL LET YOU PLAY ALL THE VIDEO GAMES!”
I tried my best but he didn’t listen. My husband has nerves of steel. Also, I’m less convincing when I’m half asleep.
But all his hard work (and ignoring me) paid off. This past Saturday, Greg joined a bunch of other runner-type madmen and completed his first marathon. He made it happen He ran for hours and crossed the finish line in good time.
I was so stinking proud of him.
Greg is a goal-setting kind of person. Me? Not so much. When he decides to just up and do something really big or hard or time-consuming, part of me thinks, “How?” How do you just choose that? How do you step into something hard and let all the “what-if-I-fails” roll off your back? I’m still learning this. Maybe I should take a lesson or two from this handsome guy.
In conclusion: Way to go, Mr. Smith. You’re the bomb and I love you. I might not ever run a marathon with you, but I promise to carbo-load by your side. Like a boss.
Anyone else have trouble with goal setting? Any expert goal setters in the room? What’s your secret, you guys?