Ok I am taking over Justin's workout blog for a second to talk about being the wife of a triathlete, what all does that entail. Well
the most important job is cheerleader and supporter of my husband and not
beating him everyday. So here are a few things I deal with being married to him.
You know you are married to a triathlete when…
Your spa bathtub is draped with sweaty work out clothes.
You trip over the cervelo on your side of closet because it
is to nice to leave in the garage.
(cervalo would be Justin’s Tri Bike)
You smell bengay a few times a week.
Your freezer is full of ice for ice baths and not drinking.
you are asked to record your husband running so he can check
his form.
You are asked to record him swimming so he can check his
form.
He also asks you to record him cycling to see how fast he
looks.
You can name the location of at least 4 ironmans.
You are reminded about Kona at least twice a week.
You know words like fartlek, brick, intervals, hill repeats and that they
refer to workouts.
You are woke up a few times a week for early morning work outs.
You have to load the kids up and go rescue your husband who is out of water and still 3 miles from the house when he decided to go run 10 miles in 90 something degree weather.
your husband wears your pink goggles cause his break and he refuses to not train.
your husband is wearing goggles while watching tv.
your vacations are planned around races.
You are woke up a few times a week for early morning work outs.
You have to load the kids up and go rescue your husband who is out of water and still 3 miles from the house when he decided to go run 10 miles in 90 something degree weather.
your husband wears your pink goggles cause his break and he refuses to not train.
your husband is wearing goggles while watching tv.
your vacations are planned around races.
Your spouse leaves for hours at a time to go work out.
Your spouse owns more shoes then you do.
You hear is it this or this. (inside joke, watch the video) ok are you done laughing, seriously is it
this or this? CIMH (means chuckle in my head if you missed my very first blog
on my mom world)
You have to wake up at the butt crack of dawn for race day.
You are asked so when are you going to get off your butt and
run.
Ok that is all I can think of right now, hope I made you
laugh and gave you a look into my life, and if Justin isn’t talking about
Marathons and Triathlons he talking about Alabama football. I do want to say I am very proud of him and
all the hard work he is putting into this and can’t wait to go cheer him on in
his first Marathon in Oct and his first Ironman whenever that happens. I love
you baby keep up the good work!!!
