I looked up the race times of a couple that I know that recently completed their first half marathon. And if you’re wondering if I’ve ever looked up your race time, yes – I have. If I know you’ve run a race and I know your name – I most likely have looked you up in Athlinks. I can’t help it – I’m a curious person.
I’m very proud of this couple for doing something that they’ve never done before (and also because I am embarking upon the same physical journey!).
Anyways – the purpose of this post is that I was floored to see that they had the same finish time. The same time… down to the second. What amazes me is that this means they truly went through the race together. They accomplished this feat together. They pushed each other throughout and finished TOGETHER.
This probably doesn’t amaze anyone else but I have never finished a race with Jeremy. He just runs so much faster than I do (even when he’s injured). Let’s take a look at some recent race times:
Me – 1:05:14 / Jeremy – 43:45
Me – 1:44:29 / Jeremy – 1:16:44
Me: 33:01 / Jeremy – 24:43
Clearly I am much much slower. And even if Jeremy did run with me, I truly believe he’d still cut ahead just at the last second to beat me.
What can I say, he’s competitive.
So the idea that a couple would run something completely together was really sweet. Then I started to think about affection in general and realized (well, it wasn’t an epiphany or anything – I’ve always known this) that I’m not an affectionate person.
Jeremy is really affectionate.
Where does this come from? Is this something we get from our parents? Jeremy’s parents are very affectionate with each other. My parents? Not so much although my mom is super affectionate with me AND Jeremy (she tried to kiss him on the mouth once… talk about awkward).
So you’d think having a super affectionate mother would make me love to hug people but it doesn’t. Did growing up not seeing my parents be affectionate with one another switch off my affection switch?
I love my husband. I love my family. I love my friends. I just don’t feel the need to hug and touch them all the time… or even some of the time.
Don’t get me wrong, sometimes I’ll hold Jeremy’s hand or “snuggle” but generally I’m happy sitting on the other end of the couch while watching tv.
So where do you fall? Are you an affectionate person? Were your parents affectionate with each other? Am I the only weirdo with boundaries?