Driven by a passion

Right at this moment, my husband is participating in his first Ironman Triathlon.  For those of you who aren’t familiar with those, it basically involves swimming 2.4 miles, biking 112 miles and then running 26.2 miles.  Sounds crazy, right?  I used to think so, but now I am not so sure.  Would I be willing to do it?  Definitely not right now, but who knows what the future holds.  Until this moment, I didn’t realize how much dedication it takes to endure a full day of strenuous activity.  As I repeatedly search online for status updates regarding my husband, I can’t help but think “this is taking all day” and I don’t mean that in a negative way but in the “wow, incredible” way.   It takes a lot of passion for someone to have that type of self-discipline.  Today I ran 12 miles and that only took 1/8 of the time it is taking my husband to complete this race.  He is covering 140.6 miles!

I always knew that my husband was the athletic type.  If you have been reading my blogs, then you know that I have been the inconsistent athlete.  When I met my husband he actually received the “most athletic” award for our group in the military.  He often talked about the workouts he endured during his college years.  I can’t believe that I even attempted to run with him when I “liked” him back in the day.  I had issues when I was in the military because I couldn’t do the stupid sit and reach portion of the fitness test.  Seriously, a runner doesn’t need to be flexible… thank goodness I know that now.

After we got married, my husband was kind of like me when it came to fitness… up and down.  I think he liked to blame the kids even though he wasn’t the one who had to get pregnant, gain weight and then lose it!  He would often commit to a race of some sort and then complain that he wasn’t ready… yet, he would easily overcome the challenge.  It actually made me sick.  He would barely train while I would attempt consistency and fail miserably.  Now I can FINALLY say that I am able to WHOOP him when it comes to running.  However, he TOTALLY has me beat with this Ironman stuff.  Get me on a bike and I will show you the best way to fall off.

Anyway, even though he doesn’t always think so, he has that passion within and I know that it will always be there.  I admire him for that and I am so thankful I married someone who could motivate me.  I did kind of inherit that competitive nature from him (okay, some of that was already in there… but it has definitely been compounded by my intent to beat my husband at every race).  Now I have all of this passion brimming at my fingertips and I am wondering how I can best use it to help others.  Even though I am usually cursing at myself by mile 8, it just feels so good to be running.  And I am so PROUD of my husband for doing something that I can’t even imagine doing right now!


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