This morning, I am sitting and enjoying my coffee watching Joe and Logan watch Max & Ruby together. A welcome sight on this glorious long weekend. But the most glorious things I witnessed in a long time occurred yesterday on the streets of downtown Buffalo.
Yesterday my husband Joe ran his first marathon. 26.2 miles. He reflects here on the 399 miles that he ran in preparation for the big race. As his wife, I witnessed most of the preparation. I cheered him on. We talked about what it felt like. We talked about our family schedule to work in the training. I asked him what he thinks about when he runs, which in turn made him think about what he thinks about when he runs. I heard the alarm go off at 4:30 am some mornings. I heard him leave to run outside as the snow plow went by. I watched him leave the house in a downpour to run one of his longest runs on the plan. He never made an excuse. Ever.
As we were sitting at our kitchen table last night he said he was scared to see the picture of himself crossing the finish line because he was crying as he had accomplished those 5 hours of running. And as I sat there I started to cry (I cried the whole day) and I said “It wasn’t about the 5 hours, it was about the 399 miles.”
You see, I learned just as much from Joe in those 399 miles as he learned about himself. Our marriage got stronger along the way. He grew as a person and so did I. He set a goal a year ago, followed the plan and accomplished it. Each and every day. He wasn’t going to be ready for a marathon overnight.
In the span of the last 10 years Joe has lost close to 100 pounds and gained a different perspective on life. When we found one another, that changed even more. Each and every day he ran, he gained more understanding about himself, the world and his goals. As cliched as this may sound, Joe found himself along the way and I have been honored to be a part of it.
What I have learned from this experience is that anyone can accomplish anything they set their mind to. 10 years ago he could barely WALK on a treadmill. Yesterday he ran 26.2 miles. This isn’t a fancy tv show, this is real life. Joe is the quiet guy that isn’t flashy. Anyone who knows us knows that I’m the one talking to everyone at the party and he’s the one taking it all in. Quiet observations and keeps to himself. Yet, once you get to know him you realize there is alot to him. People can learn alot from Joe if they try.
I cried alot yesterday, all in a good way. I was able to witness person after person facing a challenge head on and they kept on going. If you can ever make it to a marathon to cheer on the runners and find some inspiration yourself, I urge you to. Their path to that finish line is alot like the one we are all on each and every day. I found alot of motivation on that course yesterday.
So as I continue on my journey to my greatest health, I am able to share it with him. We help each other. This beautiful life that we have is too great to not eat right, exercise and support one another. I can only pray that each and every one of you has a Joe in your life to inspire you and support you.
And here we are, after Joe earned his marathon medal. I always tell him that we make a great team, and I know he agrees. May each and every one of you find someone who can complete your team. When you have someone like I do, anything is possible in life. Anything. I look forward to learning even more lessons along the way. One mile at a time.