My Husband Really is the Best

So the title of this blog really does hold true. I don't know many men who would wake up on a Saturday morning at 5:45AM, to help their wives accomplish a 17 mile run! But mine did!

I knew the poison that was in store for today.....17 miles. 17 miles of road, rolling hills, humidity, and sweat pouring down, well, everywhere. I always get apprehensive about my long runs. I start to question myself: What if I can't do it? Do I have a enough water? What if I pass out on the side of the road? What if I don't have enough to fuel my body?

So this morning, Jeremy biked alongside me, as I pounded the pavement. He got up and started his coffee, while I ran my first 5 miles. The first 5 miles were no big deal. By the time I made it back to the house, Jeremy was waiting in the street with his bike, ready to go. He had green powerade zero in my fuel belt, on his back. And he had orange powerade zero in his fuel belt on the handle bars of his bike. And off we went! The next 5 miles still weren't too bad.

I had my helper passing me powerade, and jolly ranchers! I didn't have any sport beans, or chews to keep me going. We didn't really have much of anything-other than the jolly ranchers, and boy did those help! The run didn't feel too tough until about 12-13 miles into it. Then it started feeling like work. But I knew I'd make it.

I am very thankful for my husband, who puts up with my crazy tactics, and even joins in! That run would not have been nearly as enjoyable without him by my side. I don't think there's anyone else I'd rather spend over two hours running with!

Thanks Jeremy!