I also hate surfing. The water is way too cold, the waves are mostly way too big, and there are way too many known and unknown sea creatures under me. When my husband surfs, I mostly watch from shore. He has asked me to go out a few times and I have tried a few times, but mostly unsuccessfully.
Today, the roles were reversed. My husband asked to run a mile with me. And while I can appreciate surfing, he can't stand running. He often complains about how horrible it is and is sure to tell me he'd never run. So I was shocked when he said he wanted too.
We took off and I let him set the pace. Wow, was he fast! He must hate running so bad he was running as fast as he could to be done. It was so fast I asked him to slow down for both our sakes.
Once we hit a good stride we talked and chatted, mostly about what we'd do to the house if we'd ever fix it up. But the conversation was punctuated with my hubby complaining about how much he hated running. My favorite complaint was 2 minutes and 40 seconds into the run he'd asked if we were halfway done yet. Man, was he sad when I told him not even close.
When we hit the final home stretch, he took off as fast as he could. And it was fast. I was so proud of him. He did something he hates and truly overcame the challenge.
I was supposed to run farther today and for sure I would have run faster, but running with my husband was priceless and something I will never forget. We got to do something together to improve our health and had fun too (well at least I did).
I'm going to try to keep this run in mind when he asks me to surf this summer. I'll remember how he did something he hates for me so surely I can do something I have a hard time with for him. That's a part of marriage and I am so thankful to be married to him.
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