Time to shift the focus of the blog. There is someone I feel like deserves a great big hug, kiss, and a thank you from me.
And I think some of you marathoners out there have a similar person in your lives.
Saturday, as I barfed my way though the final 9 of my marathon, there was someone on my mind. Austin had dropped me off in the freezing cold, held my things, and reassured me all morning as I worried in Elon. I know it wasn’t warm, and he fielded two mid-marathon phone calls as I sobbed and told him that I was throwing up, in grotesque detail, with incredible strength and calm.
“Okay love you so much. You can do this”
“Almost there babe. Love you”
A few of the reassuring texts I received from him, not to mention the kind words he passed along as I called him from the port-a-john. Yep.
I raise a glass to you, marathon spouses. Those of you who encourage through training, show up for race day, hold all the stuff, jangle a cowbell, and act like you’re happy to see us, even though you’ve been waiting in the cold, bored for hours? We love you. We appreciate you. And we can’t wait for the day when we can do the same for you.