I run.
It's my thing. I'm not fast, and have never pretended to be fast.
JT never ran. He was a practitioner of arnis, an in-line sk8er, a budding snow boarder. He never wanted to run.
3 years of being with me and 1 1/2 years of weekly travel for work have changed his mind. He can't go to martial arts class. He can't bring his skates, he isn't often near the slopes.
He ran his first race, a 5K, with me because I was having a medical issue and the Doctor didn't want me to run alone. He didn't like it. But he's come to realize that a pair of shoes and running clothes don't take up much room in his bag. He started running on the treadmill at the hotel.
He ran some 5Ks, 2 10Ks, and a Half Marathon this year. And he's doing the Walt Disney World Marathon in 2010. Not the Goofy Challenge, because he's not quite as crazy as me.
Not yet, anyway.
The thing is this: he's fast. Much faster than me. And now he's got a target in his sights: Boston. Not next year, maybe not the year after. But within 5.
Last night, I had a surreal convo with him. He told me he was thinking about where we should travel next year for vaca. The thing of it is, it revolved around running marathons. Two or three of them.
Yup, definitely created a monster. And I love him for it!
It's my thing. I'm not fast, and have never pretended to be fast.
JT never ran. He was a practitioner of arnis, an in-line sk8er, a budding snow boarder. He never wanted to run.
3 years of being with me and 1 1/2 years of weekly travel for work have changed his mind. He can't go to martial arts class. He can't bring his skates, he isn't often near the slopes.
He ran his first race, a 5K, with me because I was having a medical issue and the Doctor didn't want me to run alone. He didn't like it. But he's come to realize that a pair of shoes and running clothes don't take up much room in his bag. He started running on the treadmill at the hotel.
He ran some 5Ks, 2 10Ks, and a Half Marathon this year. And he's doing the Walt Disney World Marathon in 2010. Not the Goofy Challenge, because he's not quite as crazy as me.
Not yet, anyway.
The thing is this: he's fast. Much faster than me. And now he's got a target in his sights: Boston. Not next year, maybe not the year after. But within 5.
Last night, I had a surreal convo with him. He told me he was thinking about where we should travel next year for vaca. The thing of it is, it revolved around running marathons. Two or three of them.
Yup, definitely created a monster. And I love him for it!
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