Monthly Archives: April 2013

Living WITH a ‘Runner Past 40’

I interrupt my thoughtful, sometimes deep posts to send some fun quotes about LIVING WITH ‘a Runner Past 40’. . . 

I love my husband. He is hilarious. This morning he told me that he was going to start his own blog to counter mine, titled, Living with A Runner Past 40. He told me that his first blog post would be titled, I Never Get A Chance To Run. The funniest part about this is that it is completely true. His runs are jammed into the weekend at the spur of the moment. His running life is like Ragnar Relay every weekend. I just let him know when it is his time to run, and he gets out of the van house to run.

I thought if my husband is this amusingly observant about my running, then, my running partner’s husbands would have equally mordant quotes,  regarding their “running past 40” wife. These are great!

“Running takes up more time than golf, but I still don’t get credit because golf is ‘fun,’ running is work!” -Nick

“Heather has shown that if you put your mind and heart into something, you can achieve great success. She was never an avid runner until 6 months ago and now she is getting ready to do her 1st half marathon next month!” -Andy

I thought of three things. Later that day, Kristin
and I went for a trail run. The funny thing is, within the first three
minutes she said the first thing that came to mind with her, “My booty
hurts”. That is the most common complaint I hear from her. That being
said, I think older runners tend to have a lot of the same issues,
speed of recovery and more aches than the the young bucks. Like Byron
said, when you have an older spouse who is an obsesive runner, you as
the husband never seem to have time to run for yourself. It is also a
guarantee that as soon as I start to fall asleep at night, I will hear
“rub my feet”. Which of course I do!!! -Sloan

 

“Years ago, she said she wanted to run one marathon, since anything beyond that would not be good for her body.  She seems to have changed her mind.” -William

My short quote would be “I thought running was simpler than this”. But here is the long version.

When we talked to our son about running Cross Country we sold him on the facts that is was cheap (just need running shoes) and something you can do by yourself all your life. When my wife started running, it hasn’t quite been that way. Running seems to be simple – like the scene in Forrest Gump where he was sitting on the front porch and just feels like running so he gets up and runs literally across the country. Well my wife is either running, reading about running, making running spreadsheets, talking/texting about running, uploading running data from her Garmin watch, bringing home running goo/gummies/pellets/potions, texting some more about running, or last but absolutely certainly not least – buying running clothes/accessories (Lululemon named a wing of their store after her -something related to the compression pants section). She actually dislikes running by herself preferring to chat with others. She has luckily hooked up with groups of supportive and caring runners who have motivated and helped her improve through the past months. The only down side to that is… more running, reading about running, making….well as Forrest Gump said, “That’s all I got to say about that.” –Matt

In regards to being supportive of running wife, I offer that whether she is running past 40, to 40, from something, or to something…it only matters that she is running as it can only be good for her health, her mind, and our relationship (when she is done running of course)…did I mention I am learning patience and other skills not used until running.
“It is a lifestyle and a lover…I hope she comes home soon”-Bruce
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Be Brave

I spent my entire one hour run on the trails this week listening to this song over and over and over again. I’m dedicating this post to my friend Kay who is running a marathon in a couple weeks. I’m dedicating this post to Kristin, Heather, Kay and Alicia for incredible finishing times at Oak Barrel a few weeks ago. ALL of them finished this super hilly half in less than 2 hours and 1 minute. I’m dedicating this post to the guy I watched on tv who crossed the finish line with vigor in Boston and then, with the same vigor turned around and ran toward the chaos and destruction, tore off his shirt and went into action.

Read this song through a couple of times, slowly. Click on the link provided,  (Nichole Nordeman’s name) and listen to this song. Then, close your eyes and imagine yourself tying your bag of ‘status quo’, ‘middle of the road’, ‘moderation’ and ‘the way it always was’ tightly to an anvil and dropping it in the ocean. BE BRAVE!!!

The gate is wide
The road is paved in moderation
The crowd is kind and quick to pull you in
Welcome to the middle ground
You’re safe and sound and
Until now it’s where I’ve been

‘Cause it’s been fear that ties me down to everything
But it’s been love, Your love, that cuts the strings

chorus:

So long status quo
I think I just let go
You make me want to be brave
The way it always was
Is no longer good enough
You make me want to be brave
Brave, brave

I am small
And I speak when I’m spoken to
But I am willing to risk it all
I say Your name
Just Your name and I’m ready to jump
Even ready to fall…

Why did I take this vow of compromise?
Why did I try to keep it all inside?

(chorus)

I’ve never known a fire that didn’t begin with a flame
Every storm will start with just a drop of rain
But if you believe in me
That changes everything
So long, I’m gone

(chorus)

-Nichole Nordeman

“Here’s a story. . . “

Inspired by the hubs this morning. . . I headed out for a 4 hour trail run. One day after a 2 hour trail run. The purpose of the back-to-back is to run on tired, trail legs. It was HOT. I texted my husband, “4 hours on the trail, encouragement welcome.” His initial response was “I think you will crush that run like Hulk crushes Hulk buster tanks.”(natch! I would not expect anything less from my handsome, comic book-loving, sci-fi watching, MAGIC-playing husband) Then, I asked him what God would say. He texted, “Run to Me not to your idol.”

Hmm. . . run to Me not to your idol? That got me thinking. It is no mystery to those who know me that running is a big part of my life. To those who are closest to me, you know that it brings me joy and excitement to talk about it, do it, talk about doing it, watching others do it, etc. I will tell you that it is my passion, but it is not my first love. This is an ongoing part of my story. Lately, for me, it is the physical that molds the spiritual. Jesus is showing up in my life weekly with the reminder of “I gave you the love, joy and ability to run, and it is beautiful, BUT that cannot be who I am in your heart. I don’t want 2nd place.” It is because of Byron’s quote and then, the gentle reminder AGAIN of my first love that I leave you with these two quotes. . . and implore that you dive into your story and invite those who care for you most to read it. 🙂

The following quote sums up my thoughts after my dearest sent me the text about running to God and not my idol:

Enjoy where you’re at so that you can enjoy where you’re headed. It’s about your story. There will be hard chapters for you, hero/heroine. God, himself, is writing this novel. God will send characters along the way to encourage, inspire, bring messages of truth, to teach you, to trouble you. He’s not out to see how many bruises you can handle. He’s about making ALL things new, ALL things. He is a busy author. He is working on all of us. He does not want you to challenge Him and say. “bring it!!” He wants you to surrender and say, “I trust you.”

This quote sums up my physical weakness as I reached mile 15 of the Savage Gulf marathon, 12 miles after my ankle was sprained:

. . . and in that moment, I realized all that God wants from me is to want Him. Love Him. Acknowledge Him. In the midst of struggles. In the midst of victories. ‘God, I don’t love this situation. But, I love you. Therefore, I have everything I need to keep putting one foot in front of the other until I get to the other side of this.’