Why does he keep running?

I'm sitting at the computer listening to two beautiful sounds...the first (and my FAVORITE): the sound of silence. The second: the sound of the washing machine. This would normally not be at the top of my list of favorite sounds, but tonight it is because it's pre-VACATION laundry! We're going on a mini-vacation this weekend to visit my sister who is having Baby #4 in a week, AND because my husband is running his 10th MARATHON (or 11th? hmmmm...not sure)!

I love my husband dearly, but when it comes to races, he both amazes me and irritates the heck out of me! You would think that by his 10th marathon (or 11th), he would have his training down to a science. You would think he would have his eating down to a science. You would think the fresh fruit I put in a nice fruit bowl on his desk at work would get eaten. You would think he would decide against providing a chili dog luncheon at work two days before the race. You would think he would remember how miserable he was during the last marathon that he didn't train for . YOU WOULD. THINK.

My husband ran his first marathon 7 years ago, and has yet to beat his time! He came close one year...within 2 seconds, but his first marathon was his fastest. We were dating at the time (well...sort of...we hadn't even held hands yet!) I sent him with a little "good luck" basket, and thought that anyone who could run 26.2 miles was amazing and stupid. The furthest I'd ever run was 3 miles! Little did I know that the next year I would be running alongside him in my first race ever! I didn't start with a wimpy 5K, oh no. I started with 26.2 miles. And let me tell you, it kicked my trash! I actually semi-trained for that race, although looking back, training for a marathon while planning a wedding, getting married, and living in newlywed bliss didn't really count as good training. I'm probably more prepared now to run a marathon after having a baby than I was then. But I tried!

My husband HONESTLY hasn't tried this time. The race is on Saturday, and he seriously ran TWICE in the month of September. On Labor Day, we ran in a 5K race, and last week I think he ran 8 or so miles. His life has been pretty crazy-busy, and I really don't know when he would have fit in running. He's not one to sacrifice sleep for a good workout like me, and when you're not putting it on the calendar, consciously planning when you're going to run, it's not going to happen. And happened it has not (thanks, Yoda).

In the past few weeks, we've had several conversations like this:

ME: Soooooo...are you really going to run that marathon next week?
HUSBAND: Yeah, why not.
ME: Well, you know you don't have to.
HUSBAND: Why wouldn't I?
ME: Maybe the fact that you've run less than 26 miles in the past 3 months?
HUSBAND: Oh yeah....that.
ME: So should we just forget about it?
HUSBAND: But it kills me to think I paid for it if I don't run!
ME: But you paid for it whether you run or not...the money's GONE, and I'd really love to have you alive. We could always drive down and get the shirt if you want...since you paid for it!
HUSBAND: Nah...I'll just run!
ME: Well do you think you can fit it even one long run?
HUSBAND: We'll see.

ME: AAAAAHHHHHH!

So I'm going to be the super-excited-supportive-spectator-wife, but this is the last time. Seriously! I think he really doesn't train just to bug me! From now on, I'm going to be the one signing up for marathons, and he can watch and worry! And if I don't train, I'm totally happy with a free t-shirt! I might be scooping him up off the side of the road at mile 13. And my kids will definitely wonder why daddy forgot how to walk! Wish us luck, and pray that I come home with a husband!

For you runners out there, do you train? Would you run just because you paid $90? Or do you feel like me...it's a sunk cost, so why kill yourself?