anonymous wrote:
I have so much respect for anyone who endeavours to run the 26.2 miles required for a marathon and endures the unrelenting training that builds mind and body to the point where both are able to cross the finishing line.
However, I have even more respect for said runner’s support network, the silent majority who must undergo an entirely different feat of endurance. One where domestic bliss is suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a piece of A4 paper on the fridge door.
All hail the training schedule!
“Where’s Mum?” the kids ask.
Consult the Oracle,” I reply, pointing towards the sheet, head bowed.
My wife’s life is now owned by said schedule and by default so are ours.....
There are, thankfully, rest days, but she seems to spend a good portion of these on various running forums, talking about the stack height of trainers – sorry, running shoes – and on Google, researching the best ways to stop thighs from chafing.
