Real talk.
I can always tell on the mornings of (big) runs or a relay, before I climb out of bed, way before my alarm clock normally would go off, Lanny will squeeze me a little bit tighter and will nuzzle his face into my shoulder or between my shoulder blades a little bit harder. Some early mornings he’s still mostly asleep and may not even realize he’s doing it.
Not that he thinks every step I take on these runs is one step closer to my death but I know he worries while I’m out. Well… I guess if you wanted to go deep, it COULD be a step closer to death but let’s not go there.
He’s so supportive. He thinks I’m a little crazy for doing these things. But he’s proud. I think it’s my lack of knowing details is what concerns him at times: L: What are your legs assignments? A: I haven’t looked.
L: Do you know where you’re going? A: Nope.
L: Will you have a phone on you if you get lost or hurt? A: Probably not.
I should be better about the details. For him, at least. Anyway, it’s sweet. He’s sweet.
Let’s go run.
