Lucky in Love

My husband is getting a taste of what it is like to be a triathlete.  He went to spin class for the second time this past Friday.  He was a little smarter this time he tells me.  I understand that as the male way of saying that he wasn't as cocky this time around.  Instead of going full force right way he eased himself into the class, got comfortable and finished strong.  Isn't that what we all would like to do?  Ease into the goal or workout or  training program,  get acclimated and then end strong as the finish line approaches?  Sometimes I forget what the finish line is.  Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the day to day workouts that I forget to ease into the goal.  I forget to get comfortable.   I forget that I'm working towards what most people don't even dream of.  Maybe because they are smarter than I am!  Maybe because they haven't realized their real potenial.  A 1/2 Iron Man  is nothing to sneeze at.  It takes courage, smarts, patience, pain, endurance and mental toughness.  I should expect it to be hard, a challenge, on the verge to being impossible.

The day after my husband took spin class he went for a run.  He ran 3 miles with an average pace of 8:40.  See the problem with this is, he decided to tell me this as I was just starting my run on the treadmill.  My loving husband runs on avg maybe once a week and more towards once evey ten days.  How is it possible that he can run an 8:40 pace as I struggle to maintain a 9:40 pace?  My father is quick to respond, defending the both of us I think, that my husband is well rested and he goes out and gives his all once and has 7-10 days recovery.  So I try and take that into account.  But still it hurts.  I think it's great for him.  I know he reads this blog so, "Way to go honey!!"  But really I struggle.  As I started my run after he was proud to tell me about how fast he ran, tears started to fall.  I started to question myself once again.  Why after all these years and all these miles can he still run faster??  Doesn't seem fair.  But to quote my mother "Life isn't fair."  Mom your right it's not so get over it.  That I did.  I decided to run 7 miles at a 9:40 pace with pain in my leg and I was happy at the end.  I may never be fast but I am an endurance athlete.   I will cross that finish line strong, just as my husband taught me.