Today marks the first day I've ever had the chance to run a race with my wife. It was an awesome experience and I hope to be able to share it with her again soon. Running is something that I have come to love and to be able to share it with the person I love more than anything else... well it was pretty amazing.
She did a great job for this being her first 5k. I gave her a lot of space and upheld her request that I not run with her. I have a bad habit of talking when I'm running at a slower pace. I guess that is why they call it conversational pace. However, keeping up the chit-chat while running with my wife is not her idea of a good time, so I ended up running off the front of the pack to make sure I didn't feel the urge to start blabbing.
The great thing was that the route allowed me to run past her a couple times. I waved, smiled, and cheered as we went our separate ways. She smiled back, which was an amazing feeling. However, each time after we past each other I prayed she wasn't cursing my name since it was extremely hilly!
I crossed the finish line 7th overall and ran back on the course to finish up the last 1/4 mile with her. She smiled and thanked me for the gesture, but after the first minute of me telling her how awesome she was doing, she asked me to get the hell away from her and to let her run. So I did.
It was an amazing day and I recommend to anyone reading this that if you're contemplating doing a race with your significant other. Do it. Don't wait. If you love running as much as I do, it will take it to another level. Hopefully a good one!