His deployment has brought out a side of my personality that I’ve not seen much of over the years.
I usually process stressful situations creatively and emotionally. This time, I’ve found myself tackling the stress aggressively. It turns out that I’m not just a feeler; I’m also a fighter.
18.5 weeks into his deployment, I’ve run 11 road races.
Here’s the breakdown:
- 3 Half Marathons
- 1 Ten-Miler
- 1 (very hilly) 12K
- Two 10Ks
- One Five-Miler
- Three 5Ks
I’m not exactly sure how many races I’ll run before he comes home, but I’m registered for a 10K and two more half marathons already. There are a number of other races throughout the rest of the summer and into the fall that I’d like to run, as well.
Periodically, I’ve wondered if running this much is selfish. Tonight my husband said something that eliminated that concern:
“I’ve gotta tell you, it’s inspiring to see from my view out here; the laundry list of races you sent me at the beginning of the deployment, and the pictures of you, knocking them out one by one.”
Two years ago, I didn’t think I could run 4 miles, much less 13.1. Six months ago, I didn’t where I’d find the strength to make it through this deployment, much less inspire my husband along the way. Now I’m beginning to wonder; if I’ve come this far in the first 50% of his deployment, where I’ll travel over the second half of his time in Afghanistan.