A Look into Marathoning.
With Quotes from the Fella


There are very few things in life that are  more emotionally draining or physically taxing than attending a marathon.  And by attending I mean watching one.   As the supporter of a spouse who performs various strenuous activites for fun, I can tell you first hand, it’s a struggle.

Between the weight lifting and the Crossfit competitions and the running races I’m a mess.   I almost regularly need to lotion my hands to prevent clapping chafing and one time I got a tiny bit of a sore throat from saying “Good job” three times from the couch as the fella attempted a handstand pushup in the front hall.  His hip also kind of blocked my view of the television so really the difficulties are endless.

For alllll the partners out there who run and jump and throw, perhaps it would do you some good to consider the effect your activities have on your girlfriend/boyfriend/husband or wife.  I mean really.  You can all be so selfish.

Think being an athlete is hard?  Try being the athletic support.

It’s all fine and dandy, and well and good.  While you better yourself and get into tip top condition, we are left falling apart at the seams.  The washing of the socks alone is exhausting.  And then there’s the injuries. I once came very, very close to tripping over a running shoe, which could easily have led to a head contusion or twisted elbow or something.  Something bad anyway.

But because I believe in bettering myself I continue to support the fella in his exercise activities.   The latest of which was a marathon.  Well, kind of a marathon.  It’s called the Around the Bay Road Race and it takes place in Hamilton, Ontario.  It’s the oldest road race in North America.  Yes.  Even  older than the Boston Marathon.  The tee shirts even say so.

It’s a 30 km run (a little over 18.5 miles) around the harbour in Hamilton.  The first 20 km. are pretty flat.  The last 10 are hills.  Mean, mean hills.  Now, I should preface this with the fella has never run a marathon in his life.  He’s very fit and quite strong, but he doesn’t have what you’d call a runner’s physique.

If these were caveman days the fella would be the guy who pushed rocks, not the guy who ran after the food.  But he did it.  And it was exhausting.  For me.

I had to wake up early, early in the morning to watch him  make a HUGE breakfast.  Then I had to eat it.  THEN, I had to walk out to the road and say good-bye as he got in his car to drive to the start line.  THEN I had to walk back in the house.  By now I needed a small nap.  As if that’s a surprise.

A few hours later I got into my car, drove all the way to my mother’s house, picked her up, then drove at least 15 minutes to where the race was and parked the car.  Thankfully I brought some water and gummy bears to keep me going.

Then we stood.  We waited.  We stood on the road like common vagrants for all to see.  It was embarrassing I tell you.  And of course, exhausting.  For around 30 minutes we stood there, getting sleepier and sleepier from all the fresh air.  So now we’re into about hour 5 of this whole “Race Day” thing and still pretty much nothing had happened.



Then … out of nowhere, there he was.  The fella! Making his way down a hill.  I screamed when I saw him!  I cheered and I applauded and I yelled “I DRANK ALL YOUR WATER AND ATE ALL YOUR GUMMY BEARS!!!  SORRYYYYYYYyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!

And then he was gone.

He didn’t even stop to talk or anything.  Which, after all my sacrifices that day, I thought was kind of rude.  Actually.

For myself it was 5 months of  cheering, encouraging, washing tee shirts, cooking protein, clapping from the couch.  For race day it was 5 hours of driving, waiting, parking, and napping for this … below is a photo account, in real time,  of what I saw of the fella in the  run.  For him the race lasted 3 hours 25 minutes.  For me … it lasted approximately 4 seconds.



After this my mom and I packed back into the car and headed to a hot dog stand.  Then it was off to the finish line where as you can imagine it was craziness.  As the fella said, the smell of 11,000 runners smashed into a stadium is not one you will soon forget.  By the time we got to the end of the race I was actually starting to feel pretty refreshed.  I had a hotdog into me, a few gummy bears and other than a small blister from walking up the stairs to look down into the stadium, I was good.  I sustained a pretty gruesome hangnail from picking at my fingers while waiting for the fella to come in, but other than that I was pretty unscathed after this marathon.  It’s a miracle really.

So.  That’s my account of taking part in a marathon.  Now a few quick quotes from the fella.

7:30 a.m. – I feel kindda sick.  (after eating a breakfast of pancakes, bagels with cream cheese, scrambled eggs, toast with jam, bacon, orange juice, and beans.)

8:00 a.m. – I feel good.  (as he was getting into his car to leave for the race)

1:05 p.m. – Oh my God.  THIS PLACE IS FILLED WITH 11,000 IDIOTS.   THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH EVERY ONE OF THEM.  What a bunch of assholes.  (upon completion of the race)

8:00 p.m. – I can’t lower myself onto the toilet.  Karen!  Can you hear me??? I need help!

And the struggles, trials and tribulations of an athletic supporter continues.

(And if you happen to see an ad for the “Tough Mudder” competition either at the top or bottom of this post, … yeah … he’s doing that one too.)

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  2. stephbo93 says:

    I laughed my way through this post as I read it aloud to my similarly-built half-marathon running husband. I did the get up early, go out with pom poms and cheer for hours jsut to see him for 4 seconds bit on his very first run (a 5k). Now my support looks more like this: Get a good night’s sleep from having the bed to myself all night because he sleeps in the other room to ensure he goods a solid night of sleep; groggily open one eye and mutter, “Bye. G’luckmmmnnnn” as he wakes me to let me know he’s leaving; close my eye and immediately fall back asleep; get up several hours later and check his facebook post to make sure he finished and is still alive; greet him enthusiastically when he comes back sweaty, smelly, and dripping; complain about how hungry I am while he gets a shower. This athletic supporter thing is exhausting.

  3. eskmom says:

    LOL! I love your blog and humor. My hubby used to do triathalons and mini-tris. I caught up on alot of reading. Sadly, his knees got trashed and I had to give up my ‘free time.’ :)

    Kudos to your hubby for running it! I think for his size and build it is an even greater achievement than the little skinny dudes. Mine was always listed in the “Clydesdale” division, and yeah, pretty much sprinted like one. :)

    Hope you have a great day!

    BTW, mudders are fun! Esp if it is a team one and I am running my first “Color Run” in October— http://thecolorrun.com/ My first and it looks like a blast!

  4. Lindsay says:

    I think you’re a great athletic support, Karen! My significant other and I are doing a Tough Mudder race in 4 1/2 weeks… I should probably be running up hills and carrying logs right now… ;)

    • Karen says:

      Lindsay – Yes. That’s one way to prepare for the Mudder. Alternately, you could also prepare by finding a good lawyer to write up your will. ~ karen

  5. janey says:

    He looks so burly but we all know he’s really just a big teddy bear… that midnight band-aid video removed all pretense of toughness that the tattoos try to exude. LOL :)

  6. Penny Santa-Barbara says:

    I saw the fella at the new Starbucks in Dundas last week. I was staring at him thinking…….it’s gotta be him…it’s gotta be him! I think he must have thought I was nuts!! lol

  7. CJ says:

    hey, uh..you used the word “spouse”…did you guys secretly get married? Because then I would need a “How to Marry a Hunk of a Man” post….

  8. Janet says:

    I can spell chihuahua because I have 3…and my hubby works out everyday…why don’t I….because men are the hunters and gatherers from caveman days…and we are the “take care of everything else women” from those days…but we usually wouldn’t have it any other way. We are the creative…they are the physical…I’m okay with that…I like to point!

    • Karen says:

      Janet – LOL! I thought your last line said “I like to paint”, in reference to being creative. Heh. You said “point”. :) ~ karen

  9. Rhonda "SmartyPants" says:

    Well! I read EVERYONE’S comments – which should count as a marathon run in and of itself! phew – and nary a one mentioned this astounding fact: The Fella actually smiled in the photos (grinned, sort of, but it still counts). Check out shot 2 and 4. There is the tiniest little grin from him as he sees you, Karen, on the sidelines cheering him on. Ahhhhhhh…. I think he likes you; unless he’s flirting with Betty, which would serve you right for eating the gummy bears and all. PS-In the truest nature of athletic supporters, you can sure pick ’em! PS2: Wish this was one of your contests and I might have won something for noticing something no one else mentioned cause you do give away some very cool stuff and even though I earnestly enter I never win – not even a dried out gummy bear, not that you’ve ever made that a prize, cause your prizes are so much cooler. Just sayin’. Love ya and ALL of your followers, even the ‘accidental’ ones.

    • Karen says:

      Rhonda – You’re right! A little smile did spread across his face. :) ~ K!

      • Rhonda "SmartyPants" says:

        K-You so ‘made my day’ – you might guess by my “Smarty Pants” moniker that I love to be right. Ohhhhh…I’m going to swoon with bliss or maybe blissfully swoon – which is right? Anyone know? Anyone care?

  10. Judy says:

    Nice picture of my neighbour’s house. This is one of the marathons in which we can’t get out of our driveway until 2:30. I just watch the runners go by from my living room window and enjoy a cup of tea.

  11. Liapez says:

    I did a half marathon last year and then had to walk two miles from the finish line to meet my husband at his car because he had been to the gym and was too tired to walk to meet me at the finish line. Pathetic. We also did a short run together over the San Diego bridge last year (4 miles, that’s it) and I finished before him despite tripping and destroying my knees, and he had the chagrin to grumble at me for not waiting for him. This was three days before we eloped to Alaska and yet I still went through with it…

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