I am not sure if this post will ever see the light of day on Neil’s running blog. It doesn’t detail miles completed, or times of splits. It does not contain references to nasty looking feet or a recomendation for a new piece of kit. It does however talk about grit and determination and immense pride.
My husband is a runner. Which makes me a running widow! In the months leading up to a marathon our Sundays are usually filled with trips to random places at very early times of the morning for a race or don’t start until lunchtime once the ‘long run’ is out of the way. I am not a runner myself (yet!), so why do I let hubby’s hobby take over our weekends? The answer is simple. I enjoy it as much as he does. I meet new people. People just like me who spectate or people like Neil who run. The community is amazing and I have a lot of very close friends who we have met from running circles over the years.
Last week Neil ran in his 8th Marathon in 4 years. He started back in 2009 and has now lined up 5 times in London and 3 times abroad. His running has taken us to the south of England and this summer up to the North for the GNR. We have been to Paris, Berlin, Dublin, Venice and to San Francisco (during the San Fran half marathon we got engaged!). I get to go to nice places on hoilday because Neil wants to run – I definatly am not complaining!