I. Was. Wrong.

Letter to my husband:

I will never say this again. I. Was. Wrong.  Yep. I admit it. After your runs you would say you were tired, and I had no sympathy for you. I was supportive of the time spent running, but didn't think you should get to sit around all day and take naps afterwards, because you CHOSE to run. The exhaustion was self-inflicted.  Maybe a little sympathy after the marathon itself, but training runs? Forget it. Suck it up and walk miles around at COSI, or the zoo. Or whatever.

Well, now I've self-inflicted myself. Dammit, I'm tired. I ran 14 miles today and I'm even too tired to write a full account of the run. (Maybe later, cause 14 is a big deal for me)  I did practically NOTHING today. I couldn't nap, unfortunately, but I didn't do much of anything else.  

I was able to get my tired butt to Graeters for some mocha chip ice cream, but that was medicinal. It had to be done. And the boys made me. Twisted my arm, even. Dragged me up High Street.

Anyhow, I totally get it now, dear. Thank you for not saying "suck it up" to me while I was loafing around the house today. I would have totally deserved it.