



This incredible guy I know ran a race
called the Bair Gutsman this morning. Eleven miles,
five of those with
an elevation climb of just under 5000 feet. And obviously, you have to
come
down from that elevation. Which is super easy on the knees, as you
can imagine. Especially a
knee with an MCL strain, due to a odd tubing
accident, less than three days earlier. But the
doctor said he could
give the race a go, recommending a brace if he did, and Jacob did just
that.
And not only did my handsome husband finish (something you
couldn't pay me
enough to even attempt), but he actually beat the PR he
got when he was 18 years
old. You know, just 25 years ago, when he was
young and young. No big deal.
This guy. He was grateful for the
support for sure, but he also worried that I woke up
before 5am this
morning to get he and his two buddies (who heard he was running this
race and decided to join at the last minute, doing absolutely awesome
for sure) to the
starting line and then drove up the canyon to the
finish line and waited for them to finish.
It stresses him a bit when I
don't get enough rest and when I put myself out too much for him.
But
there is no such thing as putting myself out too much for Jacob Allen.
Because first,
the Lord let me marry him and I will be grateful for all
of eternity for that blessing. And second,
I get to be married to a man
who inspires me on a daily basis. And that is no small thing.
So
waking up early and waiting and praying and cheering and taking photos
on a morning like
today...count me in. Every single time. Because I love
being Jacob's wife. And he is seriously amazing.