Saturday was another milestone run for my marathon training. 21.5 miles was the longest and last long run of the training program. Now we begin to taper before the Dallas White Rock Marathon on Sunday, December 13th. I think I’ll like this part of the training.
The last couple of miles was pretty tough, but I really feel confident that I can do this marathon thing!
OK – the greatest part of running on Saturday was a phone call that I received from my wife, Ursula. Let me preface this by saying that Ursula loves me, but she’s not crazy about running. She doesn’t get it, but supports me. She normally doesn’t call me to ask about my running.
The timing of the phone call was magnificent! We start our long runs on Saturday at 6am. Ursula gave a call at 9:30am on her way to school. We were just taking our last break at the 18th mile before our final push to the end of our run. It was such a pleasant surprise because normally I wouldn’t hear or feel my phone vibrate. The conversation went like this…
Ursula: “Good morning! Just calling to see how your run was.”
Me: <chuckle> “We’re still running. On mile 18 of 21.”
Ursula: “Wow! You can do it. Just wanted to let you know that I love you and am very proud of you!”
Me: “Thanks. Love you too.”
As mentioned, those last couple of miles were pretty tough. It seems like it was a huge mental challenge to keep running/plodding along. Since I don’t where an iPod, my mind goes everywhere. I like it that way, I get to take in the scenery and take in the event. For those that don’t know, I can get pretty emotional. Yes, I cry at sappy movies and during times of joy and pain. I experience all aspects of life. While running the last couple of miles, I really digested the meaning of the phone call that Ursula made. The gambit of thoughts went like this…
She took the time to say that she loves me. She is proud of me. She called me at the exact time that I could take the call. She cares about what I’m doing. She called me when she’s normally rushed to make it to school. I’m so glad that she’s my wife. She did something that meant a lot to me by asking me about my running. I am so blessed!
The impact of this simple call was huge! I believe that it’s the little things that make the biggest impact. Also, let me tell ya… it’s pretty hard to run while holding back tears!
Is there something that is small for you, but would make a big impact for someone else? A tip for ya… do it!