Ever since Eric and I started dating, I have been in some stage of marathon training. I’ve been waking up early to do very long runs, and he’s patiently been dealing with my constant exhaustion (and subsequent irritability), 8:15pm betimes, complaints of stomach cramps and soreness, self-imposed anxiety, profuse sweating, raging and erratic hunger, frequent napping, bizarre skin chaffing, and complete lack of motivation to leave the neighborhood because I JUST. CAN’T.
So needless to say, he is super psyched for the day this marathon is over.
What he doesn’t realize, however, is that it is going to be a pretty rough day.
Because that’s the day he will discover that none of the above has anything to do with marathon training.
It’s just who I am as a person.