Short Runs

OK. Last night I went on another 3 mile run around my neighborhood with my husband. I was really trying hard not to be annoyed when he would pass me up so far that he would have to come to a complete stop to wait for me as I chugged up the hill. Or as he doubled back to catch up with me like he had boundless energy as I was huffing and puffing. And really really tried when he told me that if we sprinted the last quarter of a mile we could make a nine minute mile. That is when I broke my niceness rule and said "you go ahead. I just want to finish." Don't get me wrong. I like running with him. It is just difficult when I feel like I am dying and just want to get it all over with to have someone who doesn't even run as much as I do run loops around me. My fatal flaw? Competitiveness.

He realized he was annoying me and asked me later on our walk with Benvy, our dog. I said basically I cannot STAND 3 mile runs. I feel like I am dying on them. Which he didn't understand. Because logically, how can I go out and run 12 miles no problem, but a 3-miler kills me? I have no idea. I really really hate the three mile runs on Mondays and Wednesdays. I told him I would pick 12 miles over 3 any day. I don't get it either.

I have heard other marathoners feel the same way, so I know I am not too crazy.

It doesn't make sense, I know.