1. If your husband spends his Sunday morning running a marathon and you spend the same Sunday morning chasing him around the city, with two kids and you hold an eight year old on your shoulders for an hour, you will both be sore.
2. If you’re driving to and from mile markers for hours, you will have to stop at Tim Horton’s for breakfast and Wendy’s for lunch. You know, out of necessity. Your husband, on the other hand, will run 26.2 miles on two bananas and some peanut butter crackers.
3. When you spend 45 minutes creating a great sign that says things like, “Keep it up!” and “Be strong!”, don’t be surprised if your son sees your finished project and decides that your sign is the perfect paper on which to stamp a pink butterfly.
4. Don’t be shocked when you walk nine blocks to your viewing spot and as soon as you arrive, your son tells you he has to poop.
5. Which is why you should always store a training potty and kitty litter bags in the back of your SUV.
6. Then you will count your blessings that your eight year old is still small enough to use it.
7. Much in the same way that when you have been playing in the ocean, you can later close your eyes and still feel the waves…when you watch a marathon full of people go by, you will later close your eyes and see runners.
8. When your husband approaches the finish line and your daughter sneaks through the fence to run the last stretch with him, you will feel so much pride that your heart might burst.
9. Then you’ll watch your husband complete his race to the sound of applause and cheers of the crowd.
10. And you will listen, then cringe, as the race announcer mispronounces his name.