Tom got home at 5am this morning from his athlete days with Team Type 1. He was in Phoenix for a few days and was supposed to be home yesterday around 11:30pm. He ended up missing a connection flight due to a delay on his first flight, caught a different flight to Indy, renting a car at 12:30 in the morning and then driving home, only to lose an hour due to daylight savings. We slept until 1:00 today. Need I say more?
So we wake up to a dreary Ohio day (shocker, I know). I knew we needed to get a run in but I was having one of those days. You know the ones. I was going to be a pain in the arse until I was done with the run and knew how good it would be for me. Tom convinced me to get 8 miles in and looking back, I have to laugh. We're not right. Here's what our run looked like...
Mile 1 - Tom telling me how bad his ankles have hurt this year during the first mile of all his runs. Must be his age. I'm sucking wind big time. Did I take a day off yesterday? Am I going to die?
Mile 2 - We start talking about Hawaii... anything to keep our minds off the fact that we're tired and wish we were still in bed.
Mile 3 - Tom makes some suggestions about what we should do in Hawaii - something along the lines of getting up the first day and running 13-14 miles to go pick up a rental car. I make every opposite suggestion I can, especially when it's about running to get a rental car. Can't we just pick it up the night we get there and pay $24 to park it overnight at the hotel?
Mile 4 - We start arguing about how the other always has to be right. Not even about Hawaii - about everything... cleaning the house, work, whatever...
Mile 5 - We exchange F*** you's. We don't mean it, but we are both so frustrated with the other (or the fact that we're 4 miles from home and it's gross out) We pick up the pace. We probably don't want to be running with each other and are trying to find a pace where the other will be dropped, but we keep in total sync.
Mile 6 - We talk about how we can never just talk and that if we want to be with a pushover or someone without an opinion, maybe we should speak up. Pace increases again. No losing the other person, no matter how hard we run.
Mile 7 - I have to stop for a minute because I feel like I'm hyperventilating because of holding back the tears. I cry. I tell Tom I'm sorry and that I'm just stressed. He tells me he loves me just the way I am. He's sorry too.
Mile 8 - We talk about what we're going to do in Hawaii, this time telling each other that our ideas are perfect, adding a few "I love you so much" lines every now and then.
We put the fun in dysfunctional! :) God I love him!