Tuesday, March 8, 2016

I Miss the Streets

'Tis absence however that makes the heart grow fonder.-- Origin Unknown

Since the start of March I have only logged about 13 total miles. For those consistent readers, you all know that 13 miles in 7 days for me is a bit under water. You also know that I am not much for excuses, but in this particular instance, it is all I have to offer; a huge, festering excuse. 

To all of the boo hooers and malingerers that feign injury or tell some story about the 17 kids you have, the 190 hours a week that you have to work, or perhaps the hill that is uphill, both ways, in the snow, year round, barefoot, blah blah blah. I was once told that there are no excuses, only priorities. That phrase rings true for me in the case of running so little as of late.

I run primarily in the very early morning. Everyone in my house is usually asleep. The past couple of days my wife was out of town so my window to run was a lot tighter. There were times where I could have sacrificed spending time with my wide awake children to run for an hour. This is an example of priorities. First and foremost I dedicate my life to my wife and kids, then running. Literally, in that order. Certainly my children would be okay without spending an extra hour with me. I am also relatively certain that I will send my kids screaming to therapy more because of my presence than my absence (just kidding, sort of, not really).

My body feels weird and I haven't had that 60-90 minutes to just exist in my own brain. I love being out there when everyone else is asleep in the world. It makes me feel different. I makes me feel special to know that so few will open the front door and run the streets simply for the love of doing it. Oddly enough, as much as I miss running as much as I do, I miss my wife even more. Even if I had a live in sitter and my running program didn't change I would still not be normal.

I've been a runner for 15 years. I've been with my wife for 14 years. We have undoubtedly built my running career together. Although she has probably run only 20 miles with me since we've been together, each mile she is still beside me. She cheers me on. She pushes me. She tells me when to stop and she tells me that I am awesome when I actually suck. There is no separation between the love of my life and my love for the run.

Tomorrow morning at 5am I will hit the road again. Not only because I have the time but because of the order that will return when my heart lands at Hartsfield-Jackson.


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