As I mentioned in my last post, there was a 5K this weekend that I was bummed about. Boyfriend was running in it and we had people coming into town to run it as well. So I’ve been debating for weeks whether I was going to run or not. I was nervous about not running and feeling like a failure for not trying. But I was also nervous about attempting to run it, since the most training I’ve done lately is scampering in my heels from my car to the office when I’m late (typical) and I was afraid of humiliating myself in front of these extremely talented runners. Then, Friday afternoon I got an email from Boyfriend. He knew I was feeling pretty bummed about the whole thing. He very simply asked me if I’d consider jogging and walking the race so that we could cross the finish line together. Now this doesn’t seem like a big deal but let me give you a bit of background. Boyfriend placed in the top 10 last year of this same race and has been looking forward to running in it again for the entire past year. He got 3 people from home to come down to run the race with him. This race was no little spontaneous thing to do on a Saturday morning.
I read his email and got a little teary. He was completely forfeiting his chance of placing. He was completely forfeiting the chance of finishing with his friends and sister- something he is totally capable of. Instead he wanted to run with me. He knew that he’d spend half of the race walking and half of it slowly jogging. And he didn’t say, oh I’ll just jog with you. He made sure that it didn’t seem like he was sacrificing something. It was simply because he wanted to do it with me and cross the finish line with me.
And so I ran.
It took me a long time. But he was right by my side the whole time, encouraging me and helping me. He didn’t make me feel bad when I had to walk, but did get me to run again when I didn’t think I could muster the energy to bring a water cup to mouth let alone manage another mile of torture. It was one of the best memories I have with him now. It took me 44 minutes to cross that damn line- but those excruciating 44 minutes that made me want to chop off my own legs just so that I’d never have to do it again also gave me that tingly feeling when you feel like the universe opened and something in your crazy life clicked into the place it was meant to be.
It also gave me that tingly feeling of terrible, horrible pain coursing through my entire body the next day.
Totally worth it.













