The seeds were planted a while ago: “Running is fun. Running is good for you. Running is something people do together.”
The seeds were seemingly ignored: “You’re crazy. That’s insane. Only crazy people run.” Head shaking ensued.
Until the seeds took root: “Maybe I can start running with you…”
“Yeah, sure. Anytime. Just let me know when you’re ready. No pressure.”
I knew that I had to tamper down my usual over-exuberance, and yet: “We should get you some shoes. Maybe some running shorts. Download the Couch to 5K app.”
(Oh, oh. I’m losing him. His eyes are glazing over. Danger, Will Robinson!)
“You know, whenever.”
The subject came up a few more times over the past month or so. (OK, I brought up the subject.) And then my favorite running store advertised a sale. Aha!
I came home with shoes. Which sat, unused, for a week.
A road trip brought us together, sans distractions, for hours. The seeds sprouted.
A time was set. The app downloaded. The shoes were brought out of the box. And we were off.
Holy @$$# was followed by @#$#%! followed by “how much longer?” We walked/ran through our neighborhood under bright blue skies on a cold but sunny day.
And then we were done. We survived week 1, day 1. And we were still smiling. I think we’re at the seedling stage.
Tonight, I shopped for proper men’s socks and shorts for, you know, runners.
“If you run, you’re a runner,” I explained.
I think I saw el husbando smile.
Do you run with your significant other? What kind of encouragement can you give el husbando as he starts running?