A few nights ago my husband said these words to me
"I don't think that you could beat me in a 5k"
My thoughts were
Do you know who I am?
Where the devil did you come up what that idea?
So I naturally replied
D used to be a runner, a freakishly fast runner, but that seems like eons ago now. In high school some of his most notable PR's are a 15:39 5k, 4:27 mile, and 1:57 in the 800. He was pretty darn speedy, and I would go to most of his races all teenage-girl-googley-eyed wearing homemade "Doug's #1 Fan" t-shirts. I would sit in the stands screaming at him to run faster, jumping up and down like a crazed maniac, then be glowing as he would come in 1st in practically every race he ran. He qualified for the state championships twice in track and once in cross country. Our senior year in high school his cross country team ran an unbelievable race and secured a 5th in state finish, and for the state of Illinois in 2001 that was pretty darn impressive. That was my man, and I was always so proud of him.
|D circa 2002 Track|
|D circa 1999 Cross Country|
|D's #1 fan circa 2002|
Yes I had some chunk back in those days
In college D chose to focus on his studies and take a break from competitive running. He ran a few 5k's, one of which was barefoot, always finishing sub 20 with little to no training. After graduation D decided to shelf his running and instead focus on his career. Since then his business career has flourished and he has had many successes in a short period of time. In his running life post college graduation he ran one full as well as one half marathon that he barely trained for and a few 5k's, and in 99% of those races I beat him.
As D begun to focus on the progress that he was making with his career, I begun to focus on the progress I wanted to make as a runner. It took one terrible knee injury during the Chicago marathon 2006 for me to finally surpass D's abilities. Physically his body wouldn't allow him to run more then 5 miles for years afterwards without extreme pains, so he shelved his dreams of racing as an adult. Several months ago with low expectations he decided he wanted to see if his body was willing to run pain free again. To his surprise and mine he has now been running 20-30 miles per week PAIN FREE since June!
Last month he registered to run a 15k here in the city on November 5th and recruited me as his coach. I developed a training plan for him which he has mostly been sticking to, and we are both ecstatic about his upcoming race. He has been making quite a bit of progress, and I'm happy to once again be on the sidelines cheering him along and calling the shots as his coach. I had no idea how great and confident he was feeling until he challenged me to a 5k. Since I'm now coaching him I probably should have passed, but I am an insanely competitive person and couldn't pass the opportunity to smoke him in one more race.
A few posts ago I mentioned my goals for the next 3 months, which aren't going to change. But now there is an added twist of a Santa Hustle 5k on 12/3 on the agenda. D thinks that he is going to run sub 19 for this race, and I'm shooting for the same time. But I'm going to beat him, and that is a 100% guarantee.
I realize that this may all sound crazy and unhealthy that I have this deep urge to cream my husband who is just getting back into racing, but I assure you it is all in good fun. I am going to continue to coach him and help him get to his goal, but he'll just have to get used to seeing the back of my head while racing.
Wink wink...love you d ;)