Tuesday, November 18, 2014
The hubs had his marathon on Saturday. Heís quite smug right now because he was shooting for 4:30 and came in at 4:16. I was happy about the fact that he finally got to run one of these things when he was completely healthy. It just seems like every time in the past heís either just getting over being sick or injured. He beat his PR by half an hour so yea pretty fantastic day.
It was cold out there though. I realize that to other heartier souls a mid 20į day may not be the end of the world but it hit rather suddenly so no one has acclimated. He was ok, he layered up but once he stopped running he started getting cold rather quickly so we didnít hang out very long.
I had planned to bike around and see him go by but the MIL and whatís his name wanted to see the finish so I had to change my plans. I was getting texts as he crossed the timing mats every 5 miles so it helped with the timing. When he hit 15 miles we headed back to the race. I took along the dog. I like having him along as much as I can and really with the MIL and whatís his name, him coming gives us something to mess with. There is less awkward silence with him around and really I just like having him with me. Heís a good sport about it.
This is going somewhere hang in there.
Fast forward to the after race hoopla. I was separated from the hubs because soaking wet and shivering though he may be there was a free beer tent. While we were waiting for him to come back we came across a woman who was sitting on the ground curled up in one of those mylar blankets shivering wildly. MIL and I looked at each other with a bit of concern, we were both thinking hypothermia.
I asked her if she was ok and she was having trouble talking. It was like her face was frozen. She said that her husband had gone to get the car and just that she was really really cold. Yea ok thatís fun. I was looking around thinking medic, warming station, someone else with a clue, anyone, MAYDAY MAYDAY. Right because clearly Iím no medical person and feel like total panic is the correct response to something like this.
Whatís his name said that we should get her off the ground because the cold ground wasnít helping. It was an oddly useful suggestion but right about then the dog got in her lap. I tried to get him off because I thought the last thing this woman needs is my dog jumping all over her, but she pretty much wrapped herself around him and buried her face in his neck. He seemed pretty content and no one could think of any better ideas. We stayed there until her husband came. She had warmed up enough to argue against him carrying her to the car, but she still looked a little shaky.
I knew that dog was good for something. I never thought of him as a marathon recovery tool but hey whatever works. I just hope sheís ok now.