With only 9 days left until the Kalamazoo Marathon, I have been thinking more and more about the unsung heroes of our race. These people would be our everlasting support and our constant cheerleaders. They are the people who have to love us but don't necessarily want to hear about the marathon 24/7 but they do, and they listen and smile anyway. They're our family.
We owe them a lot. For Christian and I, this is mostly my husband, Roger, who deals with our early rising every Sunday morning. He patiently waits for us to return so we can get ready and leave for church - which always seems rush, rush, rush. He never gets angry if we're running late, he always asks how the run was and even fixes me coffee to-go for the car ride. He never seems to tire of "marathon talk" and is our biggest advocate. He cheers us on and is so excited that there are three generations of our family running.
For my dad, his unsung hero is my mom. Since Dad is doing all of his training alone, she goes out and rides her bike with him or meets him along the way to cheer him on or at least make sure he's still running. She too never seems to tire of the marathon talk. She will be running a 5k the day of the race and I am sure will be our loudest cheerer at the finish line - More Cow Bell, Mom!!!
Erik, who is coming from Atlanta, is wonderfully supported by his wife, Danielle. She knows the routine of his neurotic training regiment but is a great support. We are so glad she will be here to help cheer us on as well - we can use all the help we can get!