Last Sunday I came across a 10k trail series on runtheday.com and I asked my husband if he wanted to sign up for them with me. To my surprise he said yes! My husband is not a runner but he is very fit and very active. It made me remember the first time Jimmy decided to go on a long run with me. I was training for The Rock n Roll Half marathon and we were going down to spend the weekend at our friend Barb's trailer. The trailer is in Estelle Manor, New Jersey in the middle of the woods and its an amazing area to run. I told the hubs that I had to run 11 miles on Saturday and he decided that he would run it with me. I went for a run once before while at her trailer but only went out back total 7 miles. For this run I tracked out an 11 mile loop on map my run and I thought I knew the route by heart, so we set out on our run. The weather was really warm but he had some shade for the first 5 miles. We were keeping a 9:30 pace. I stated before that my husband is not a runner, in fact he never really ran more than a mile or two. Now here he is out with me in the middle of no where with me in the early morning heat of September and he starts to bog around mile 7 and then just tells me to leave him at mile 8. Being the "in training" running addict that I am I decide ok fine I will go on without him and we will be back at the trailer in no time.
After another mile of running and having only made one turn so far I knew something was wrong there was no way Id be back at the trailer by mile 11. I finally came upon a turn right before mile 9. I make the turn and keep running. At this point I am out of water and still really clueless as to where I am. I'm on the phone with my husband telling him where I turned so he can follow behind me, walking at this point. I end my run at mile 11 and start to GPS the location of the trailer. I seem to still be several miles away from the trailer so I must have missed a turn somewhere. I call my mother to come and find me. At this point I'm extremely thirsty and starving and my husband is in the same state and right behind me, or so I thought. My mom finally finds me and we set off to find Jim. My husband is so bad with directions, I kid you not. This man could not find out house for the first several months that we lived there. So remember when I told you I called my husband and told him where to turn? Well he never made the turn! He kept on going straight and walked pretty darn far I might add. Thankfully we eventually found him and my amazing mother had some water in the car with her for us and then had breakfast for us back at the trailer! I really do have a very supportive family. A knuckle head husband willing to blindly run 11 miles with me with no running training at all and a loving mother that will feed us knuckle heads once we both get really lost in NJ. I wish I had a photo of us both from that run. My husband has really great running form and looked great out there. His legs just didn't want anything to do with running after mile 7 and he stuck it out as long as he could. I know he will do great on the 10k series especially if he does a little training before hand. Hey Babe I have to run 18 miles tomorrow do you want to run with me?