A couple of weeks ago I did my 16 miler and texted my wife at a water break around half way out to let her about when I thought I would be home, leading to this potentially deep exchange.
Me: at mile 8.
Her: Take it easy. Its really hot out.
Me: Don't understand.
Her: Don't push yourself. Its not a race.
Me: Of course it is.
Her: Only against yourself.
Me: The only worthy opponent.
Have we just inadvertently defined what it means to be married to a non-runner?