Exactly a week ago I finished a half-marathon. I hadn't run in
a race in about 20 years. It was something I did with my first
husband. We would read the old "Runner's World", pick a
race we wanted to join, and train together. We found running
together really good therapy. Stuff that didn't seem worth
mentioning a day or two ago would kinda bubble up to the vocal
chords and come out. But, by then, it was less emotional.
And, you'd been running so you were feeling good. Anyway
it was good for the relationship.
Craig started drinking more about the same time he began to
train less. The last race we entered together was a marathon.
He injured himself early in our preparations. So, I would lace up
my tennies and he would pour himself a drink. Sometimes
he would be mean, not always. I was just really glad to go
out and train and get away. He had to drop out of that race
and I finished.
A few years later he did the ultimate drop out when his heart
failed. I am still in the race.