Runner boy

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

As I've whined before, the every day blogging challenge is impeding on my regular writing life. That's totally okay because I totes love having a writing topic handed to me every morning (writer's block? It's real.), but I haven't posted too much about my normal happenings. And despite how boring my every day life appears, summer is a pretty awesome time and full of fun stuff to talk about!

You will never, ever guess what  I got Clayton to do!

I'll give you a hint: It involves movement, sweating and me.

Wow.

I'll give you another hint: Contrary to the previous hint, it has nothing to do with sex.

Give up?

CLAYTON WENT RUNNING WITH ME!

For all of you who are rolling your eyes in disappointment that the answer wasn't something more kinky, getting my husband to go running with me has been about a 3-year process. Clayton plays softball about 9 months out of the year, has dabbled in P90X since college, regularly rides bikes with me (until we left them outside all winter and they rusted. Responsibility FAIL.), but running is something he has zero interest in. He, like a lot of people who don't run, finds the activity mind-numbingly boring.

I'd never force my husband to do something he doesn't want to do (nor would he ever let me force him to do anything!), but I've asked him to join me on numerous occasions. I know what his fitness goals are and I'm always willing to toss out the idea, with zero pressure, to try running a mile or two with his wife. Ya know, just casually suggesting an alternative to his normal routine.

Clayton has a strong dislike for running, but an even stronger dislike for running with me specifically. He always whines about how I make him look bad and yadda yadda yadda. I get that insecurity. Really, I do. But I run multiple times a week and have been doing so for quite awhile now. My being a little bit better at it is to be expected. 

Boys have weird egos ...

However, miracle of all miracles, I FINALLY convinced him to come along with my on a recovery run this weekend. I'm terrible about running my recoveries at a slow pace (remember me saying I'm an impatient person?), so running with a newbie (who has an unusual aggression towards the sport) would be beneficial to us both. I told him we would only run 1 mile together, then he was free to do whatever he wanted. It surprisingly didn't take much convincing beyond that. He agreed.

And he ran like a champion! I was giddy as we jaunted down the trail together, making eye contact with every passerby like, "LOOK AT ME, I'M RUNNING WITH A HOT BOY!"

After our mile together, Clayton ditched me so I could do my thing for the other 2.5 miles I had scheduled. He ran another mile on his own and I gotta say, I'm kind of bursting with pride. After we met up again at the trail entrance, we took a stroll through the rain together.

Will this be a regular thing for Clayton? Probably not. He by no means ENJOYED running with me, but he did it for himself and he did to make his wife happy. That's a good guy right there.

In case there's any confusion, I'm the one in the hot orange shorts and pink shoes.

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2 comments

  1. Yay! :-) My man is not big into running either so it's always cool when they actually want to go for a run! Mine surprised me on a social run last year and showed up to run with me and it was so much fun!

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  2. Wish I could get my hubby to run with me - but then I run too slow for him anyway. So cool to have a buddy though! And i am with you, I'm totally useless with the Blog every day challenge - kinda happy there's only a few days left :)

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