If there's one thing I can't understand, it's overexertion. I'm all about underexertion. That way I always have enough 'exertion' left over (in case of emergency).
My husband, however, loves to overexert himself. This very weekend he is involved in a two-day relay race. Does two days sound a little much to anyone else? An overnight race sounds like something an officer at a boot camp would devise as torture to humble his new recruits. But my husband is willingly doing this to himself, and even paying money for it.
And this is how supportive I am: when he asked if it would be okay to compete I said, "I always wondered who those crazy people were who were running over the mountain in the middle of the night and now I'm going to be married to one of them."
Later, he thought he would test the waters again by complaining about the race. Bad idea. He said, "I can't believe I have to run the relay leg at 1:00 in the morning straight up a mountain!" Me neither. I can't process anything about this entire endeavor. So I said, "Do you remember that you're doing this to yourself on purpose?!"
Rex's team was assembled by a man named Michael Jordan. I guess that can't hurt their odds, right? Everyone else in the race decorated their vans and slathered them with mottos like, "It's all in the family", or "Supermoms! Together we chase 46 kids." Rex's van was decorated with one shoe. He'll have to explain that one.
The crowning glory of the event is that tonight Rex gets to sleep on the hard floor of a high school with a room full of strangers. It just doesn't get any better than that.
To be a "supportive" wife, I took the kids and joined his parents to watch him run a quarter of a mile of the race. I waved, took a picture, and went home to resume my sedentary lifestyle.
Ha ha ha - i love it. we both have crazy husbands. mine was doing a triathlon in Little Rock, AR this morning with a stomach virus - swimming, biking straight up a mountain and then running straight up a mountain in the thick southern heat. the friend he was doing it with ended up in an ambulance from exhaustion (and the same virus). he said it was terrible. but i guess i sort of have to be a sympathetic wife since the whole stomach virus wasn't his choice (and i'm pretty sure he got it from me). but still - if i feel sick, i tend to NOT do strenuous triathlons. i stayed home and played in the cresap's pool, ate popsicles and took a nap. it was much nicer.
ReplyDeleteWe looked for Rex while dodging runners and traffic yesterday. Did he survive? Is it even over yet?
ReplyDeleteThis is classic. I love this post. The typical runner pumped up on endorphines. He is on a ROLL kicking butt!
ReplyDeleteThis was literally the coolest race that I have ever been a part of. Unfortunately, we can't talk about fun and cool things on this blog. So if you want to hear about this race and other cool things please visit my blog at wrecksrightings.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteha ha! those people are crazy! i'm so glad i don't have that crazy gene so i can sit here at my computer and let my behind spread out comfortably. such a funny post! :)
ReplyDeleteI have a sister and sister in-law who were both involved in that strange bit of insanity over the weekend. It didn't take me too long to figure out that a casual, "Hey, you should do the Wasatch Back with us this year," was something to run screaming from.
ReplyDeleteoooh, pretty horses. Oh, and "GO REX!"
ReplyDeleteI think it's great! I love swimming and biking, so I'm trying to learn to love jogging, too. Last week that involved running 4.39 miles (2 15 minute jogs and one 20 minute one.) I didn't love the running, although, I do like that it's getting easier. I do love the high I feel after I'm done running, though. I totally get why your husband is into it. It feels great and it's amazing what are bodies can do.
ReplyDeleteWay to Rex! And way to be a supportive wife, the pic is awesome!
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