10 Things that Suck about Dating Someone Who’s Training for a Marathon

1. If you go out with them on Friday nights, be prepared to head home before midnight.

And no matter how many times you explain it, everyone always thinks you’re the reason for leaving early.

2. Any run you go on pales in comparison.

3 miles is impressive, unless you set it next to 20 miles.

3. Say goodbye to sleeping in together on Saturday mornings.

Waking up and knowing your significant other has been running for the past two hours just makes you feel lazy.

4. You have to be seen with them when they’re standing in some awkward and embarrassing position while trying to stretch their hip.

And they don’t even care if it’s in public!

5. If they just decide to go on a morning run and not tell you that they’re going to be gone for 2 hours, you get to wake up, find them missing and freak out until they return.

Oh and spend 2 hours imagining every horrible thing that could have happened to them.

6. They do this every Saturday afternoon.

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But it gives you time to take pictures of them doing it.

Note that Joey approved the publication of this photo.

7. They don’t want to join you in doing anything active for the rest of the day.

Apparently, even walking around the Farmers’ Market for 15 minutes is too much.

8. All.That.Sweat.

Enough said.

9. You have to listen to them complain about everything that’s sore/tight/chaffed for the rest of the day.

And pretend you care.

And when they injure their hamstring, you get to hear hourly updates on their pain level and listen to them complain about not being able to train for two weeks. Boo-freaking-hoo.

10. After the marathon is over.

Numbers l through 9 combined do not amount to the suckiness of having to spend the rest of the day with someone who has just run for 3 and a half hours. They are in pain. They are tired. And they don’t even have the energy to eat back all the calories they just burned! How boring!

All that being said, I wish Joey luck on Saturday morning!

Sidenote: Joey does know that I just like to give him a hard time. And that I’m really super proud of him!

On My Own

You know those people who can’t be alone?  I’m so not one of those people.  Actually, I really enjoy spending time by myself.  I mean, I’m not a recluse or anything.  I do thoroughly enjoy being with others, but I’ve always needed a good dose of alone time.  Joey took a short weekend golf trip with his dad, brother and cousin this weekend, so alone time is exactly what I got.

I think a lot of people are really uncomfortable with doing things completely by themselves, but this weekend I did a lot of things on my own and it was really refreshing.  I took myself on a walk on Friday morning and it was not only a welcome change in pace (I’m usually running past this barn), but it was also nice to just enjoy some peace and quiet.

Until the lens of my sunglasses fell out.  And then I got to enjoy my favorite solo activity: taking stupid pictures of myself!  I think this Instagram filter really showcases my pastiness, don’t you?  Also, I don’t bother making my hair look presentable when I’m by myself.  Clearly.

I seriously contemplated stealing my mom’s dog for a sleepover, then realized I’d have to walk her and that she probably wouldn’t protect me from any monsters anyways.

Saturday morning, I decided to be one of those people who gets a giant sugary pastry for breakfast and deem it “healthy” because it’s from Whole Foods.  When I’m not busy being one of those people, I’m busy making fun of them.  It really works for me.

Then I launched into what I’ll call a sugar and caffeine induced state of euphoria and felt really lucky to live in a state as beautiful as Colorado.  Where the mountains are right in front of your face and people spend 15 minutes disinfecting their table and chair before sitting down to drink their wheatgrass smoothie.  Only in Boulder.

Things got awkward when my sister found me hanging out at her place of work.  For the second time that weekend.  Luckily she’d forgiven me for trying to freak her out about getting her wisdom teeth out the night before.  I’m a really great big sister.

Resisted the urge to buy one of these to eat by myself.  But only because my mom gave me peanut butter cup blondies the other night.  Other alone time weekend activities involved going to yoga, reading on the porch, a Saturday morning run and watching the same episode of Say Yes to the Dress twice.

If you haven’t done so in a while, I encourage you to spend a good chunk of time all by yourself.  Everyone should be comfortable to stand on their own.  And take pictures of themselves with sunglasses that are missing a lens.

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Do you enjoy spend time by yourself?

Do you feel uncomfortable being alone in public?

What did you do for yourself this weekend?