A couple of years ago, The Husband suggested that we start running together again. I agreed – albeit somewhat apprehensively as he tends to take his sport very seriously. I reminded him that I hadn’t run in a long time and asked him how far he wanted to go.
“An absolute minimum of 5km. Anything shorter and it takes you longer to get dressed,” he replied.
“Not necessarily,” I said, “depends how long it takes you to run 5km”.
More recently, The Husband announced that he will be doing a triathlon on 9 March. A day or so later, he announced that he had begun his running training and had run 1km on the treadmill.
I burst out laughing. The man has spent more hours on a bicycle in the last five years than French people have spent at their desks and he was proud of himself for running 1km?
“A lot of people laughed when I told them that, but I have a plan!” he said. “It involves increasing your mileage in small increments.”
The following Saturday he wanted to know whether I cared to join him for a 2km run?
I took great pleasure in replying that it would take me longer to put my shoes on than it would to run 2km.
Then, on Sunday, he invited me to join him for a 3km run. Since the beginning of the year, my new running buddy, Judy, and I, have actually gone on a few very slow 5-6km trots, so I felt that I could continue to push myself beyond the 3km mark. I told The Husband that I knew a 5.5km route but that he was welcome to cut it short and run his 3km while I carried on. He agreed. Monday morning came along and off we set on our run around the neighbourhood.
I think I would have actually eaten my running shoe had The Husband waved goodbye and turned around after 1.5km.
We did 6km on Monday.
On Tuesday, we started to plan our Wednesday run.
“How far can you go?” he wanted to know.
“Um, since I’ve only actually been on about 5 runs in the last year and none of those have been further than 6km, I can run 6km.”
“That’s not far enough” said the man who, only three days before, had invited me on a 2km run. “What about 8km?”
Clearly, the man had a hearing problem but I didn’t feel like arguing.
“Fine, whatever, but what happened to your planning of adding 1km every run?”
“Oh no,” he said, “I ran out of time so I decided to add 1km every day, but if I miss a day of running then I still add another km the next day.”
“Right,” I nodded. “So, according to your custom training programme, how far are we supposed to be running tomorrow?”
The answer was 11km.
And I almost got bullied into signing up for the 21km route for the Hyundai Rock The Run on 16 March. Then I remembered announcing that I would ride the 94.7 cycle challenge last year and how tough it was to train for that race. So I stuck to my guns and declared that I would do the 10km route or nothing at all.
10km should be a breeze – in terms of The Husband’s training schedule we should be on about 39km a day by mid-March.