With the consumer holiday that is Valentine’s Day celebrated just days ago, I have to say that I’m still feeling kinda lovey-dovey. It may be the tongue-in-cheek post on foods that get you in the moodor this tune that’s still in my head, but I think it may be something deeper. Something called unconditional support.
Ever since I publicly declared that I’d be running my first half marathon, the interest and love has been off the chain. My husband, who is typically infuriatingly better than me at running no matter how many weeks he’s gone without exercise (genetics, hmpf), has joined me on my runs and jogged at my pace quite happily. My best friend, who lives on the other side of the continent, has been virtually training with me—following the same running plan and checking in with me about how each of our runs is going. Then there are my parents and other family members who ask at every gathering how my training is progressing and how much I’m running now. Then, there’s Erin, my FBG-partner-in-crime, and all of you readers and friends, who are just overflowing with support and advice. Heck, even my coworkers are planning to stake out a spot on race day to cheer me on.