My husband gets up early.
Now before you go saying Oh I do too! Or So does mine! Or Good for him! Or I don't even get up because I don't go to sleep because I have a new baby! Let me give you a few details.
This morning Jay's alarm went off, and rather than wake up right away, he slept a little, then a little more, then a little more, until I could no longer handle the sounds of John Diliberto's Nightscapes (that's right folks-Nightscapes-because it's still the middle of the night) and I oh-so-gently nudged him awake, pushing him towards the alarm clock. Where he promptly hit snooze.
Then at 4:10-yes, I said FOUR:TEN, meaning yes, the original alarm went off at FOUR-he presses snooze again.
4:20. Snooze again.
Guess who's not real happy at this point?
At 4:30 I might have said, perhaps a little haughtily but perhaps sweetly, jury is still out really..."Surely you are NOT going to press snooze again. Right?"
Does anyone out there feel me? Am I alone in this?
Now, as to why this is relevant on a running blog. He's getting up to go ride his bike, or run, or swim, so I can't complain. (But I might, occasionally, complain.) Because even though he's up in the middle of the freaking night, he's going early so that he can spend time with his family when he gets home rather than logging the miles then. Now granted, he's in bed about 5 minutes after the kids, but what are you going to do.
He's run 2 marathons, several half marathons, several sprint triathlons, 1 olympic tri and 1 half-ironman, where the above photo was taken. He's dedicated and disciplined, and a valuable running resource for me. The man has got focus. When he puts his mind to something there's no stopping him, and ever since he decided he can run more than 3 miles, he's never looked back. And I couldn't do any of this training without his support.
So though I might be a titch weary when his alarm goes off at FOUR, at least I know that it's not ME getting up at said hour-at least not yet.
A 20 mile training run does, however, loom in the distance...