This is something that I have been keenly aware of for several years. I love this man but I can’t stand him as a running partner. He doesn’t read my blog posts so maybe I can get away with this.
In case he sees it, you are a wonderful man. You got me through marathon training as well as anything else in my life. You are my friend, playmate and partner. J
Dear Sweet, Loving Husband,
Running with you sucks badly.
- You complain constantly
- I’m running to fast
- Too many hills
- Not the right route you wanted
- I don’t take enough walk breaks
- It’s too cold
- It’s too hot
- You are sick
- You are tired
You never push yourself. You never challenge yourself. When you get tired, you complain. You run often and have run several half marathons but you never train. You never set challenging goals.
How can you get any better if you don’t run past your tiredness? That’s when you make improvements. Geez!!
And after it’s over, most runners (whether it was a shitty or great run) feel exhilarated and glad they did it…a bit euphoric
Not you, my love….
You complain for hours afterwards. I try to tune you out, it’s hard when I want to celebrate
- Your feet hurt
- Your head hurts
- You are tired
- That was too much
I didn’t ask you to go…well, maybe I did but it was a gratuitous gesture on my part. I didn’t expect you to take me up on it…but you did, sadly.
My initial thought was “oh, shit” – it’s going to be an unenjoyable experience but then I said “relax” it will be fun.
It wasn’t. You kill my joy of running.
I love you dearly but don’t ever run with me again.