She doesn't run unless a frog is near or a bat is bearing down on her like a moth in the street light. She will however join me in a walk from time to time (more so recently). And no matter the speed, she is my favorite person to travel the streets of our little town with.
My woman, God bless her, doesn't have the longest legs, so her pace is not that of my own. No matter, the fact that she is with me is good enough.
This point was driven home Tuesday.
Last week a very close friend of my woman's family passed away. His funeral was Tuesday and we drove down to attend. This man was the type of man that makes you feel like you could always do better as a husband, a father, and as a person in general. A God-fearing family man that touched many lives. And those lives are better for having known him.
I was only around him a dozen or so times in the nearly 15 years of marriage to my woman. But from the first time I met him, he treated me like part of his family. Later on in life, he got to meet my kids. They learned what it must have been like to be one of his grandkids because of the way he treated them.
We were lucky enough to spend a few weekends down on their farm with them. The farm covered quite a bit of land and so it was the perfect place to go exploring with the kids, hop on the Kubota and drive around the rough terrain, or go fishing. It was a wonderful setting for my woman to take pictures of nature. The kids got to meet and fall in love with his faithful dog Rusty. My Pal's first words after hearing of the death, was "Is Rusty going to be ok?". (wipe away your tears at this point)
So what does that have to do with Wednesday night's run? Well to me, the fact that my woman was there, walking next to me was awesome. So what if we arent running together just yet? She was there by my side and that's all that mattered.
At some point during our time here, one of us will most likely be without the other. I pray that its well off into the future. I don't mind talking about death and dying. That's not what scares me. Its being without my best friend and soul-mate that fills me with trepidation. You may not walk or run with your spouse, but make sure you do something together. Don't sit in front of the TV and waste that time. Don't get me wrong, I watch plenty of TV, but just make sure its less time than the time you spend together.
You are missed Wilbur.
Walk was a good warm up.
Walk was a good warm up.
Walked 1.48 miles
Ran 3.21 miles after that, 34:46, 10:36 first mile.
Later
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