Last Sunday I realized I am a football widow. I am one of those poor women who loses her husband to the NFL all day Sunday, Monday nights, and (darn you football) Thursday nights, too. While thousands of fans cheer madly for the Washington Redskins, Jacksonville Jaguars, or the Carolina Panthers, I silently mourn the loss of my husband’s attention for four quarters.
Unlike other football widows, for whom the light at the end of the tunnel is only starting to show now that the Super Bowl is over, a little light was gifted to me every Sunday. You see, Sunday is my husband’s long run day, and not even football can stop what an upcoming marathon has put in motion: race training. Last Sunday, for fifty-five minutes and forty-seven seconds, I had my husband all to myself. There was no need to compete with DeMarco Murray, A.J. Green, or the Manning Brothers. Justin and I were out on the road, me on my cruiser bike, basket stocked with water and Gatorade, he keeping pace beside me. For eight miles, I was free from football.
An even greater gift is a race weekend. Due to Justin’s work schedule, we run a lot of half marathons on Sundays. This means while football is happening, we are either running a race, celebrating just finishing a race, or driving home from a race. All three of these possibilities free us from the cables that bind our lives to the NFL. We are free to enjoy each other’s company without Todd Gurley or Rob Gronkowski tagging along like a third wheel.
So, thank you running. Thank you for being a sport that doesn’t involve pass interferences, fantasy drafts, or the NFL Network. Thank you for putting my husband and me out on the open road, with only ourselves for company. Thank you for not being football.
Meet the Bullards: Julie and her husband Justin are neither medical, nutrition, nor fitness professionals. Their only claim to expertise in the area of running is the frequency with which they run half marathons. Both members of the Half Fanatics, Julie and Justin average one half marathon per month, but have run as many as three in 30 days. Julie writes about the regularity of mistakes they make in their constant quest to run, and hopes that readers of this blog can learn from both their shortcomings and successes. You can follow them on Twitter @runbullardsrun.
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