This morning I did something that I thought I would never do.
No, I did not run a marathon. No, I didn't go for a 4 a.m. run through snow covered trails (I probably just lost any running fanatics who may have been reading this). Actually, there was no running involved at all. However, it was something just as monumental and astonishing.
The PR Girl registered for her very first marathon.
Perhaps I must chalk up this morning's decision to the emotional devastation of the past month due to the departure of Marathon Man, but I think that there is more to it than that. Granted, suddenly, my evenings and weekends are free, and I am looking for activities to keep my mind diverted from missing such a good man and my best friend. So what do I do? Thankfully, I found the answer: it keeps me busy, helps me cope, and provides mental, physical, and emotional therapy. Yep, I put on my SmartWool socks and New Balance shoes and run on the quiet Indiana farm roads near my house. Or I drive to the gym and start working on my glutes or abs. I workout. I run. That's what we did together, and I'm still doing it. Is it now a habit? A sub-conscious way of irrationally seeking his approval? Maybe a little of both. I do know, though, that the results are starting to come in, and I like what I see. Wish he would've stuck around to see them. "Sculpted" is a word that my abdominals are beginning to comprehend. They could really get used to enjoying that word.
But back to the marathon.
On April 7, 2013, The PR Girl will run 26.2 miles. And for some crazy reason, I am not dreading it. I'm actually looking forward to it. I must be crazy.
Even through the sadness for what has been lost, I have much in which to thank Marathon Man. He gave me the best eight months of my life. He made me want to be closer to my Lord. He showed me that a cute, tall, preppy, six-pack guy who looks like a better version of Prince William could actually care about me.
And I never thought I would say this...but, he made me want to run. This elite marathoner would be so happy to hear that. The sad thing is, I'll never get to tell him.