When you love a marathoner, you put up with a lot. It’s like you’re in training for something yourself, only all you get is tired, happy smile at the end of race day.
When you love a marathoner, you find your marathoner in the bed alot. You may trip over the running shoes at the end of the bed that barely made it off her feet before she was asleep.
When you love a marathoner, much like when you love your infant child, you never wake her when she’s sleeping.
When you love a marathoner, you feed her. You feed her even though she just finished cleaning up the dinner dishes.
When you love a marathoner, you feed her, ESPECIALLY IF SHE’S CRYING. Again with the infant child thing.
When you love a marathoner, especially when you love a flu-season marathoner, you find a lot of citrus at your house.
When you love that germaphobe marathoner, you use this a lot.
Sometimes, the juice is good.
Sometimes, the mixtures are stranger than others.
When that marathoner you love gets tired of juicing, you eat a lot of pico de gallo. Your tongue may burn from the jalapeno-y-ness of it, because it ‘Gets all the germs out by clearing your sinuses! Really!,’ she says.
When you love a marathoner, you hold her hand, no matter how dry her skin gets from excessive handwashing.
When you love a marathoner, you tell her she’s beautiful, even though the only ‘bare mineral’ she’s wearing is salt.
When you love a marathoner, even when she is too tired to mumble “I love you,” you should know what, YOUR MARATHONER LOVES YOU BACK.
(for my husband, who puts up with the above, and with so much other running weirdness, always with a smile and some encouragement.)