When I first introduced my husband, I introduced him as my running buddy. This title started during college. Back then, he kept me safe during long runs in a questionable part of town. After he graduated, we ran a five mile race together with less than a day before he had to report to his job in Iowa. He finished the race and then drove fourteen hours to report to work the next day. I ended up in the emergency room that night
When we returned from Malaysia, we ran races together all over Dallas. These included everything from 5k's to a half marathon
Then life got busy
. We stopped running together. I was put in survival mode, attempting to just stay alive.
Marriage is hard.
Life is hard.
Being chronically ill is hard.
I was drowning.
I saw an advertisement for a new race through downtown Reno for Valentines Day. I asked my husband if he was interested in running a race with me.
|Would I like to run four miles with someone I love?|
I think yes.
Confession: I did not train for this race. Life is still too hectic for me to establish a regular running routine. We woke up morning of, I increased my meds, and ventured to the cold downtown area. I do hope to start regularly running once the weather warms up.
As I turned the corner and saw the finish line, I started sprinting. My husband was chatting with two lovely ladies as I took off. It caught him off guard, but he is much faster than me. He was still able to catch me, even with my head start.
|Gun Time: I won. I crossed the finish line before him.|
Chip Time: He beat me by a second!
I wanted Reno Run 4 Love to mark a fresh start for us. We have been married for three years, but we cannot take each other for granted if we plan on staying married.
|This is our home.|
This year, I want to run more races together. I already have several mapped out. Our next one is a "flat" 5k on March 12th.
I never ran that 5k on March 12th. On March 10th, 2017, my abuser triggered a flare by starting a fight with me. It required the use of my emergency injection.
He went to deliver that injection straight into a bone.
I was terrified.
I had to physically move his hand and redirect the needle to my thigh, the location where he had delivered the injection countless times before. I spent that weekend in absolute fear, avoiding him at all costs. I fled the house on March 15th, 2017.
I am now safe.
I am always Clearly Alive.
Labels: Desert Adventures, Running, Running Buddy