Sneaky, sneaky...

We had a wonderful weekend (a fast one but wonderful none the less). We went to a family wedding in Eastland, TX and got home last night just in time to enjoy some rain. Anyway, it was our first challenge to fit in a run while trying to be good family members and enjoy our time with them. Jerod had missed two days before we left and I was on a good schedule of run one day, rest one day and we really needed to fit in a run. Especially after spending a lot of time in the car on Friday and Sunday driving back and forth. So my hubby went out and measured 1.5 miles along the access road and then off we went. Let me explain something about Eastland. While it is not Corpus Christi or Houston, it definitely is NOT Amarillo. It is hot (not something too different for me) and humid (VERY different for me). It was about 11:30am and I was hot and sweaty in about the first 5 steps. Oh well...I was running with Jerod and it was going to be great to show him how much better I've gotten in the last week. See, we hadn't run together since he had to lift me up a week earlier but I had run three times since then and just knew I had advanced. He did really well and ran with me and walked with me when I needed to. He told me how good I was doing and tried to push me when he could tell he could get away with it. So we got to our 1.5 mile mark and I'm beginning to think I'm not going to make it. It's hot, I'm sweaty, I have no water and my throat is dry (not easy to run with a dry throat just in case you were wondering) and it is a LONG way back to the hotel. But we turned around and started back and I was determined to finish. Jerod keep looking at me and smiling and asking if I was okay. Very sweet this man is! By the time we finished, I looked pretty scary (just ask any of my family members who saw me) and as we were walking into the hotel Jerod looks at me with this funny grin and says, "Congratulations, you just ran 3.5 miles". WHAT! He tricked me! I didn't believe him at first but I thought how cool that was and just let myself believe him. "Why did you do that?" I asked him. His answer was priceless..."It was an easier place to turn around." And that was it. Driving another 0.2 miles to turn around was easier than just saying 1.5 miles is to the auto store. No let's run to where we can turn the car around even though we aren't in the car, we're on foot! But, he knew what he was doing. It allowed me to know that I can now say that I can run 3.5 miles and that does a lot for me mentally. If I know I have conquered little steps like that, I know I can conquer the BIG ones. Thanks baby for being sneaky...you lift my spirits and make my heart happy...but I will never trust you again when you go out and measure a run for us! : )