So I've talked about how tough it is sometimes to set that alarm early, well, that's the easy part. The hard part is to avoid hitting the snooze button and lacing up your shoes instead. But sometimes life can throw more at you than just a bit of sleepiness. This past weekend some punk kicked in my front door while I was at work and my wife and children were home. There aren't many more instances that make you feel helpless than that. Thankfully, I'm married to an amazing Mama Bear who came out of the room, saw the kid and told him the police were on the way as the first beeps of the alarm filled the air. She then set off the sirens and chased him out the door. I'd never second-guess her decisions but am very grateful that she was unharmed.
She was more shaken than anything and I did my best to console her while trying to fend off thoughts of what I'd do to that kid if I ever caught him. All for what? A stupid TV. One that I watch maybe an hour a week. Now, I have a wife that's trying to come down from a state of high alert and have to install a new door with more heavy-duty locks as well as install plenty of security lighting. Staying up late Saturday night calling my insurance and waiting for callbacks that never came knocked out my plans for an early morning 14-mile run.
Sunday morning turned into a sleepwalking affair of pricing doors, trying to find a contractor to install and trying to help my wife relax and get her out of the house for a bit of a break. Then, go to work. It was then that I made the decision to suck it up and try to keep to my schedule and run 14 miles in a pleasant South Texas evening with obnoxious humidity. I stopped at least 5 times and was so happy just to get to 13 miles. I know, I'm a stubborn idiot. You don't win every round in the game of Life. A saner person would have chalked it up to a lost day and moved on. But I like to consider it a small victory that I still got out there. What do you think? Am I crazy?
Oh, you're crazy - but you're also dedicated! Those hot, humid days are numbered (I hope) and soon, you'll be running at any time of day without looking like you just took a shower with your clothes on (you do run in clothes, right? If not, please stay out of my neighborhood).
ReplyDeleteI hope that jerk who kicked in the door realizes he picked the wrong house. Your wife is clearly not one to mess with. If you had been there, he wouldn't have been able to run away from you!