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Saturday AM I was determined to run 9 miles. As I prepped, I told Tim I would be out for 6 miles FOR SURE...maybe 9, if my leg held up.
I also promised to stay on the "loop".. the loop being a 3 mile path around our neighborhood. Easy to find me in case of an emergency. "Supposedly" last summer there was a flasher nearby...no biggie!
As I started out..the sun was shining, it was 8am...lots of runners out and about..I began the "loop" and then my body simply wandered towards the nature park nearby...my legs were dying for some trail instead of concrete, my mind was aching for something other than houses and streets...
I was alone in the bush...it was damp, cool, a runners dream.
I came to a gravel road, about 3 miles long...I turned and I ran...knowing I should NOT be on that road. But. It. Felt. So. Good.
8 miles down and I was back on the "loop" but my leg was feeling fantastic...so I thought "what's another few miles?"
10 miles, 12 miles....oh why not just run a half already......my excitement got the best of me, it's been so long since I've ran without pain I wanted to savor this run, savor this feeling, the runners high that was consuming me.
I ended at the house, 13 miles and 2 hours later...and a HUGE smile on my face. Until...
I walked inside and saw Tim with his jacket on...the babies packed and ready for a car ride...
A search and rescue mission....a FIND MOMMY mission...
oops.
My one hour run had turned into 2 hours.
I was lectured like a teenager..and I deserved it.
I saw the shock on Tim's face turn to anger and then turn to relief.
I tried to explain...it felt so good! My leg has no pain! I did 13 miles! But all I could see was the panic in his eyes, the pacing he must have done as he waited for my return...minutes seemed like hours I'm sure.
Knowing I was already in the doghouse, I thanked him for being so concerned...but that his efforts to find me would have been futile, given I strayed from the "loop".
I may never be allowed out again...if there is such thing as a runners grounding, I may have to self impose...no run is worth a worried hubby.
I'm sorry Tim,
Can I carry a cell phone next time?
Go ahead everyone....lecture me...I deserve it.
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I can totally relate to both sides of this situation. It would be so nice to be able to carry a phone and call to check in but they are so bulky! Maybe it would fit in your water pack?
ReplyDeleteI am glad you had a great run but I feel for Tim, I can relate to that kind of panic!
My mom goes through the same thing with my dad! He loves to run and sometimes will go for a long run, which of course worries my mom. She made him get an ID badge that contains all of his info in case of an emergency. I think that's a good idea. A cell phone would be the best option...but not sure how it is to run with one.
ReplyDeleteAwww!! Your husband is such a sweet man.. he was worried about you!
ReplyDeleteI'm SO HAPPY for you that you were able to run that far with NO pain! Maybe someday I will be able to run 200 yards without passing out?! :-)
I started my 101 in 1001 a week ago, and one of my goals is to lose weight. My husband REALLY wants me to exercise and I'm thinking about doing the couch to 5K thing. :-)
Your husband is awesome, so concerned about you! Glad you could run without pain! You can get a great arm band that fits a cell phone and it doesn't bother at all while running!
ReplyDeleteMy husband's iPhone has a thing on it that I can use to track him on my computer.
ReplyDeleteTim just needs to lo-jack you and you'll be set!
Gabe would have killed me, but just tell him you can kick anyone's rear!
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