Give me a boost

Lindsay wrote before about the ways in which she and her husband support each other, namely in the way she is a training/nutrition Sherpa for the hubs while he is an emotional/life-support Sherpa for her.

Well, since J is about a foot taller than me…

He doesn’t “sherpa” my baggage, so much as give me a boost here and there.

This weekend I ran my first 15k

and the plan was for J to wait with me at the starting line, go to Starbucks after the race started, and come back to see the end of the race.  The race was 9 miles so we figured he’d have plenty of time to get some grub and check his email before I crossed the finish line.

What did he do?  He took pictures of me at the starting line

(so cold, so, so, cold … and yes, I realize that it’s not that cold, but I’m a California wimp)

But then J didn’t leave, he waited in the car parked by the course until I passed by

His presence gave me the emotional boost I needed to push me and keep me strong.

I ended up finishing the 9 miles in 68 minutes, 4 minutes faster than I hoped for.  I got 1st in my age group and came in 4th overall!!!

Having him by my side during the race emotionally and literally meant more to me than I could have guessed.

I like to return the favor by providing J with a nutritional boost.

I was inspired by Lou’s cinnamon buns and by the way she stuffed her raw goodies with delicious fillings.  My mind was on cinnamon buns so I figured I’d do my own take on them.

I adapted Chocolate Covered Katie’s version of Oatmeal Raisin Larabar

and then spread some homemade peanut butter, dropped some raisins, and sprinkled some raw sugar on top.

Roll, roll, roll and then chop, chop, chop

I hope these provide J with an energy boost in the same way seeing him standing on the race course gave me one.  I hope that when J eats these, he feels me by his side even when I’m not.  I hope these show him how much I love him.  Just like knowing he was waiting for me at the finish line showed me how much he loves me.

Happy Valentine’s Day!  (early because I don’t believe in forced holidays.  But, it’s not a cheesy Hallmark holiday if I celebrate it on Sunday!)