100 posts! How did that happen? One post after the other, an update here, a little story there and… this is number 100.
My running story is not unique. Lots of women in their 40s transform themselves into runners. But it’s MY story and I have never been so proud of myself or able to express being proud like I have with running.
This 100th post is a dedication to my Husband Pauly. He is why I started running. He motivated, encouraged and gave me the tools to try this previously disliked activity. Pauly and I met (shhhhh) on the internet (I’d been on my own for a long long time…where does a Girl Guide leading Librarian, divorced with three children, living in a small country town meet a nice man???) I was 44 and Pauly was 50. From the start of our relationship I knew he liked to run. I didn’t see him run very often in those first two years because shortly after we met the Global Financial Crisis and a number of other negative factors started to play out their twisted bitter tunes on the farm. Staff cuts. Being paid below the cost of milk production. Battle after battle. Pauly had his gumboots on from dawn to dusk, day in day out. In the year that we married (2009) we calculated that he had a total of six full days off work and they were to visit NZ to see his mum and dad (no honeymoon that year). It was tough.
Running happened a couple of years after we met. He told me how much he liked to run with the Launceston Athletic Club and suggested that I could come with him and sit in the car. Is there anything that I don’t like more than sitting in a car waiting? Let me see? The dentist. That would be it. I am not the sort of woman who sits and waits in cars. I’m a doer.
The stars lined up for Pauly. Slowly his unsporty wife decided to take on the challenge of running. I participated in the 2010 Global Corporate Challenge (GCC) and loved trying to keep my steps up. Double your step days were lots of fun. I bought a Wii Fit and LOVED it. It cost $30 which was the price of a month membership to the gym I was thinking about going to. The little Miis were fun to run with and still I’m reminded of them when I run in fun runs with all the different feet-pounding-sounds I hear. Running clocks up steps much faster than walking – my step count for the GCC was going through the roof!
Pauly would run with me in my first attempts at running. He would come home and see me about to run and quickly pop on his runners. No running clothes, he’d just go in his farm jeans and flannelette shirt! I’d be huffing and puffing up the road and want to stop. Just a bit further, he’d encourage. As I got a little bit more confident with that 1.2km run up our driveway he would often zoom off to shut a gate, or check a cow. I’d be plodding and puffing… off he’d zoom… do the farm job… then zoom back to me. He would try to talk to me in those early days. I (huff puff huff puff) can’t (huff puff huff puff) talk, I would tell him. Last night we did an 11km run together and nattered the whole time even up the hills! I’ve come a long way in this running story. AND finally this year we have both joined the Launceston Athletic Club! AND nobody waited in a car, we have run together!
This post is dedicated to my Pauly. He is my best friend. My dream come true. My soul mate. He loves me with a pure unselfish love that hopes for the best for me, he is generous with his mind, spirit and his resources. He is so romantic. Yes, this old crusty farmer is the most romantic of men. This is one little story to illustrate… We had a trip to NZ planned but because of my work commitments he went for five days before me and I was going to join him on the weekend. On the Monday a bunch of flowers arrived at work. The next day another bunch arrived. By the Friday I’d had five bunches of flowers! He wanted me to know that he missed me. He is very romantic.
Pauly you are the love of my life. You have shown me what real, pure, selfless married love is.
Thank you for being you and thank you for helping me transform myself into a runner.
This post is for you Sweetheart. You are my Running Angel.
But watch out! This Unsporty Woman is getting just a little bit fitter,
a little bit faster, one fun run very soon I’m going to be right on your heels!
Happy running 🙂