Since I run kinda funny, once a month 3Rs posts a running comic courtesy of Jason Nocera from Running Shirts and Gifts.
I’m a runner, married to a runner but the addictive run still causes marital friction from time to time. Like the time someone, ahem, “got lost” while running the trails in the natural area that’s about 2 miles from our house.
Sometimes the trail calls, promising one more view, one more pond, one more rock outcropping around the curve or over the hill. Sometimes the trail wanders, leading the runner off route. Sometimes the run feels too good to stop yet. Just one more mile.
Yes, I was irritated at the “I’m going for a run, be back in 20 minutes” that turned into an hour and a half. But I also understand it.
As runners we’re well-acquainted with fatigue that turns muscle into lead, with stabbing cramps and stiff tendons, with constricting lungs that refuse to embrace the oxygen they need. We tire of shushing the inner voice that whines and wants to give up.
So, when the run feels just right we run for it. When the lungs open and embrace the air, when legs and arms pump in synchronized power, when muscles stretch out smooth and feet fly – we run for the joy of it.
Then we come home. Have we gone too far?
What do you think is a healthy balance between sacrificing for the run and sacrificing the run for your family or other obligations?
Has the run ever created friction in your relationships?