Its Her Time

Its her time.
She came out to my first 50k and watched me run in the rain.
Not long after that, she ran her first marathon.
Before marriage and before kids.
She ran a 1/2 marathon in Columbus and cheered as I got my BQ.
Its her time.

I said I wanted to run a 100 miler and she said she would crew.
For a gal not adept at trails, she paced me at night
In my darkest hours, and she got me back on track.
I wouldnt have finished without her.
I made it to Boston and of course she was going.
Not sure who was more excited.
Its her time.

She has continued to run.
Start then stop, repeat the process, more than a few times.
Its her time.

She said she wanted to run another marathon.
It would be her first in 10 years.
After we had gotten married and had kids
Its her time.

She picked the race
And there were some rules
No coaching from me, but lay out her stuff for long runs.
Its her time.

On Saturday, we toe the line
And I will run, snap pictures, and fetch water.
Its her time to shine.