In the last two weeks post marathon, I've thought a lot about how much support and caring is necessary in the marathon training process.
I'm sure it's not unique to marathon training, but the nature of tackling a huge accomplishment does not come without some care and support. In these past few weeks, I've realized that without my support team (the manfriend, my physical therapist, my mom, Jonah Bell (the dog) and the running friends) the journey would have been a whole heck of a lot harder.
Why? Things are just easier when we have people to lean on, someone to take care of our aches and pains, people asking how we're feeling and how the training is going.
After such a tough and somewhat miserable race, I got emotional thinking about not only how much work I put into the marathon, but how much care I received from others. The manfriend was first and foremost my supporter, which is natural in a relationship.
He cheered me up after crappy runs, reminded me to ice and stretch when things weren't feeling 100% and has been understanding about my hours of relentless running. I'd like to say that my support for him in the bike racing realm is similar. But all the same, he deserves a little pat on the back and home cooked meals for his service. Thank you, manfriend!
It took me a long time to realize I could let people support and care for me and I didn't always have to be the crutch for everyone else to lean on. But I think we become stronger and better people the more we're able to care for and be cared for. Who's your biggest supporter and what's the best thing they've ever done for you?