This is a guest post by Joe.
We’ve had a rough history, you and I. A little less than two years ago you and I met and hit it off for a couple of weeks before you were just too much and I had to back off. But I came back again a year later when I began training hard for my first ultra.
But I’m sure you’ve noticed in the last 10 months we’ve only had one or two dates. I don’t know how to say this B2B, but there’s someone else. Her name is Lucy and she’s 10 months old. And when she smiles you can see her four tiny teeth. I can give you Saturday mornings, bright and early, no matter the weather, no matter the distance. But Sundays, well, it’s just not going to happen.
Sundays I get up early too, but just not for you. I’m getting up for the 18 pounds of energy asleep in a room down the hall. We do all the things you won’t B2B: we share a bowl of oatmeal (she loves peaches n’ cream), shake maracas and practice our walking.
My first ultra is just more than a month away, B2B. I know you and I should be spending more time together if I plan on making a decent time at the race. But those miles will be there always. Those Sunday mornings spent tickling Lucy are finite.
So, buck up, B2B. I’m sure in a decade or so she’ll want nothing to do with her dad. At that time you and I can head out on the open road together again.
But not this week. It’s not you, B2B. It’s me. So long for now…I’ve got oatmeal to make and maracas to shake.