I am often Joe’s motivator to go running. If it’s raining, I’ll tell him to go anyway. If he doesn’t run, I’ll ask him about it, remind him and convince him to go. Sometimes I feel annoying, but he usually thanks me.

His friend convinced him to sign up for a half marathon. Early one Saturday, he set off to go run. I met him a few hours later. We had planned to get out and wander around a bit, but it was pouring rain and we made it there after he finished. So I illegally parked and found my freezing husband and we left.

He did just as well as he wanted to, and better than I expected him to. He finished just under two hours. Peter asked, “Is Daddy going to win the race?” He didn’t.