So yesterday was a huge 10K race in town - the Ukrop's Monument Avenue 10K...I've done it a few times but this year I didn't sign up for it because 1) I wasn't sure if I would be on mom duty and 2) I knew it was only a couple weeks after the marathon and I wasn't sure I would be able to actually run. Well, since the marathon, I've actually done two 6-mile training runs, so I probably would have been able to do the 10K and our schedule worked out so I was free, but since I didn't know that until just a week ago, I didn't do the race.
Husband, on the other hand, did the race (and one daughter did the kids' mile before the 10K) so I got to spectate and what I realized is that it made me insanely jealous. I wanted to do the race. I wanted to cross the finish line. I wanted to try and PR. (I'm also a little jealous of just how fast my husband is - since he spent 35+ years pretending he wasn't a runner...sucks.)
I guess, if you can trust Matthew McConaughey, and that's a big if...jealousy isn't all bad, because it comes from passion - and I really do have passion for running. I love to run. Not saying I don't want to do triathlons, but I think if I had to someday choose between one or the other, I might say run. Or maybe not, because I'm also rather passionate about the tri season I have planned for this year. And I realize the silliness of being jealous of my hubby's speed, since his legs are twice as long as mine and he's a guy and all...
OK, I got the jealousy out of my system. But it was a pretty good excuse to listen to the Gin Blossoms.
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