Earlier this month, I had the honor of watching my husband run the Savannah Rock N' Roll marathon. It was awe-inspiring, made me feel incredibly out of shape and lazy and I also got to cringe at some people's outfits (seriously...no one needs to wear a unitard, even if you do have a runner's body).
My husband trained for this marathon since July.
While attending law school.
And being on law review.
And mock trial.
He was a bit busy the past few months, but he was so dedicated and worked so hard at being able to cross the finish line. There were quite a few times when he would get home from a full day of studying at 9pm, strap on his headlamp and go running for three hours.
He is insane.
This is him before the race began. Doesn't he look happy?
This is around the 8 mile mark.
Getting ready to cross the finish line...
I can't even begin to describe how incredibly proud I am of him. Of his dedication, perseverance and willpower. I had several people ask me if I was going to run along with him and I told them that I only would if someone was chasing me.
But...I have changed my mind.
I am going to run a marathon. I am pretty sure. Like for real. I think.
I am scared.
And then I hear quotes like that....and I think I am a giant wussy.
So I have decided to ....
And I hope that I will feel like this most of the time...
So Atlanta Marathon, March 17, 2013....here I come.