So, Dan, my husband, just got back from running. Before he left, he said, I really don't want to go running. He had a long day at work, followed by Emme's soccer practice, it was dark and cold, he could have used any one of those excuses but he didn't. He put on his shoes and headed out the door. I'm so proud of him for going and sticking with it, especially on days were he really doesn't want to. It makes me so happy in my heart every time he heads out for a run. I love that something that brings me so much joy and happiness is becoming something that he enjoys as well. Anyway, today after his run, he said, "I realize I've only been running 2 to 3 times per week for a little less than a month, but I think someday I'd really like to run a marathon." Be still my heart! I remained calm and simply nodded and smiled, offering my encouragement, while inside my mind was moving a hundred miles a minute with all sorts of plans for the race we are going to do, when it is going to be... our long training runs together... you name it, I thought about it. Happy, happy, me.
Also, happy, happy me because my 8 miles went great on Saturday! I had absolutely no knee pain. I followed that up with a quick 3 miles this evening and am feeling great. Only 2 small runs left and then it's race day. I think I'm ready and I'm actually getting pretty excited.