I will be the first to admit to being super girly. I like my bright colors and I love that even with quite a few walk/runs under my belt, I am still pristine. My laces are barely dusty.
However, I totally agreed with my person’s husband yesterday when he was defending my honor…
“a loved pair of running shoes is never clean!”
**Yes, I know, I am contradicting myself. Don’t forget, I am a chick- we do that.
I bring this up because it was especially muddy yesterday. Apparently. I wouldn’t know.
BECAUSE I DIDN’T GET TO GO! Seriously. Oh, she still went running. Without me. From the basement came a pair of sneakers I’d not yet met- quite a bit older than any of the others around here, and I mean no offense to them- filthy. She laced them up and off they went, without even a glance my way. When her husband raised his eyebrow’s in her feet’s direction, she was all,
“ohhh, I don’t want to get them dirty.
it’s so muddy out there.
they’ll get ruined.”
He tried to convince her to change footwear, like he somehow knew I wanted to go, but, nope. Her mind was made up.
I am trying really hard not to be hurt. I know that she did what she did out of love for me, but man, it still stings.
Isn’t Spring like, the rainy season? If that’s true, how on earth will be ready to really run once the races start? I thought we were going to be in this together- training, 5Ks, maybe a 10K, our Half-Marathon. I was even hoping for a Warrior Dash… I now know that’s never happening! If she won’t take me out along the messy roads, there’s no way she’ll allow me to participate in a mud run. Like, ever.
Super windy and raining tonight. The freezing kind, so we didn’t go out. Tomorrow is supposed to be more of the same. I’m headed to box, sigh, maybe I can at least run in my dreams.