So, I get all ready to run this morning, and Mr. Blue Eyes* says, "You're going running AGAIN?" I don't know why he hasn't realized yet that I run 4 or 5 days a week. Which means there aren't a lot of days off. Of course I have to run today, because I probably won't run tomorrow, and I have to get that 20 miles in this week. (I don't get 20 in every week, but if I'm close...I can't let it slip by!) My poor husband does run, but hasn't found the joy in it yet. So, I'm thinking this morning, as I'm running my 3.8, what makes the difference between loving it, and doing it because you have to? I think a lot of it is WHY you run. Mr. Blue Eyes runs because he want to lose weight. I run because I'm a runner. I don't know how that change takes place, but I'm just glad I'm there. And I'm glad Mr. Blue Eyes is running. Maybe someday the running bug will bite him in the butt.
*Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
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My husband doesn't run at all. He says that the only reason to run is when either a dog, a monster, or a cop is chasing you. So, when my alarm goes off in the wee hours and I have to get up and run, and I *might* be a bit cranky about it, I don't like to hear a peep out of him. He is not allowed to comment in any fashion.
my husband just started running this week. He's kicking my trash already....it's awesome.
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