In 2.5 weeks my husband will be running his first race ever. It will be my turn to stand at the finish line and cheer him on for once. He came to me shortly after my half marathon in May and declared he’d like to give running a try. I was thoroughly shocked. While he has been a huge supporter of mine (the biggest, actually), running isn’t something that he has ever expressed interest in, mostly something he just put up with as my obsession.
Due to a life-threatening accident he was involved in at age 3, he spent the first 18 years of his life in and out of Mayo clinic and reconstructive surgery as his entire body is literally pieced together and some parts have limited range of motion. He was told by his doctors he should never run. Ever. Apparently this hasn’t stopped my husband and he started the Couch 2 5K iphone app on Memorial Day.
While he has yet to actually enjoy a single run he’s done in these past 2 months, he’s sticking with it and will complete his race August 12th. It may only ever be this one race and his time spent running may be short, but I am so proud of him for even trying and giving it his best shot. Even if it’s for a short while, he now has gained a whole new appreciation for what I put myself through on a daily basis.
I’m just sad that the one time he decides to try this, I can’t be out there running along side of him in encouragement. The irony in this situation is almost laughable.
I am so thankful my husband supports me in every aspect of our lives and I could not be more blessed. I can’t wait to see him cross that finish line. It will be the best birthday present I’ll have ever received.