#marriageistherealmarathon

Yes, I did it. I found another reason to write about running. And I used a hashtag as my blog post title. I'm slightly ashamed, but I also think it's a pretty good hashtag so I went with it anyway. I used this hashtag a few days ago on an instagram picture I posted of Skyler and I after a run. Go ahead and roll your eyes if you want to, but this is another lesson I'm learning through running. Running and marathons provide endless metaphors for real life if you look for them.

You see, that particular morning was not all smiles and happiness for us. I wake up at 5am or earlier most mornings and lay in bed for 10 minutes or so before getting up the courage to stir the sleeping bear next to me. Just kidding...kind of. Some mornings he is less bearlike than others, but regardless he doesn't often jump straight up ready to run like I do. We are currently training for our first full marathon so as grumpy as he may get sometimes, I know he wants to stick to the training plan and will thank me later, or one day....maybe. Actually he usually thanks me by the end of the run. ANYWAY. That morning was not a super cheerful wakeup for him, and I got frustrated that he was frustrated and so we were both frustrated by the beginning of our run. This happens regularly. Once we started we both sank into the run and let off some of the steam. It was supposed to be an easy paced training run that day so we were taking it slow, but Skyler began to speed up in the second half. I tried telling him to stay slow, but he was ready to get done. Now it was my turn to get grumpy. So I stayed behind muttering some not so nice words under my breath about what a "stubborn, bullheaded..." you get the picture. I remember thinking, "Ok Krystal, calm down, it's not a big deal, let him go." But I was still annoyed when just 30 seconds earlier I was feeling great about our run and how we were bonding(ha!).

We have only been married for a little over three years, but the longer we are together the more these moments of clashing and frustration seem to happen. Or maybe I just notice them more? Regardless, it's been somewhat of a shock to me. When we were dating I would get so angry when people said things like, "Marriage is ALOT of work!" or "Marriage is really hard, better get ready" or "It's not all sunshine and roses, prepare yourself." "Enjoy dating because marriage is when the real work starts." etc. etc. In my 21 year old head over heels in love brain, these warnings sounded like absolute nonsense. At that point we were "so perfect for each other" and "we never fought". I blew off all the negative Nancy's, repositioned my rose colored glasses, and went on with planning our wedding. Dreaming of the picture perfect, white picket fence, dinner together every night, married life that would surely commence after.

Cue: Reality. I won't bore you with the details, but lets just say reality was so far from my daydreams(I have always had an active imagination and my daydream world is pretty perfect so there was a lot to live up to) it was laughable. I will say that the first year went by pretty smoothly and I would label it close to amazing. But we have yet to find a house with a white picket fence, our schedules rarely allow us to eat meals together except breakfast sometimes, and his food chewing and closet keeping habits(I can't even look) make me want to pull my hair out. When we were dating we discovered all the things we had in common. After marriage and living together for a while we quickly discovered all the things we didn't. Add a little life and family stress, bills, job stress, hormones, and dirty laundry and my perfect little picture of marriage crumbled before my eyes. Before we knew it we'd fallen into the"peck on the lips" before we left for work and an unenthusiastic "How was your day?" when we got home routine. Most of the time I'm actually asleep when he gets home. I write that as if it were a thing of the past. But it's still our current most common routine. And it makes me sad and anxious because this is not the marriage and life I imagined for us. This is not the marriage I want for us. It may seem harmless to some. We don't get into knock down, drag out fights. We rarely raise our voices to each other at all, and we don't say mean and horrible things to each other. But it makes me anxious because I can feel how easy it is to slip into this way of life and letting complacency take over.

 I no longer have my rose colored glasses on telling me everything is great and we will be happy forever after(that is such a line of bs in the first place, sorry Disney!) I'm seeing the reality of what "marriage takes work" means. And I'm desperate to start that work now before this routine becomes our life and we wake up more like roommates one day than husband and wife. I'm learning how much intentionality it takes to really love someone. To love someone even when you don't like them 100% of the time. I'm sorry to break it to you dating and engaged folks, but please believe me when I say you will have moments when you do not "like" the prince charming standing next to you. You may even want to say something mean, or cause physical pain to him when he is chewing in your ear. Every day is not an "I love my spouse and we are best friends and he just means the world to me!" instagram post. Marriage IS HARD. There, I said it. I acquiesce my former stance against the negative Nancy's. But this is not me becoming one either. This is me just stating the truth that all married people already know(or will discover soon enough after the first year) And I'm stating this truth because I believe the truth should always be told, and only when we admit the truth can we do anything to change it. So there you have it. We aren't perfect. We often disagree and get annoyed with each other. We often spend more time on our phones or watching movies than in real conversation with each other. We like different things, and are sometimes annoyed by each other's hobbies. We load the dishwasher differently and I don't even let him touch the laundry....ever. I know I've rolled my eyes behind his back and he's probably done the same to me. We've argued on the way to church and walked in looking like "the perfect couple". We've gone to bed angry and in silence without even saying "I love you".

But we do still love each other. And we are both committed to this marriage like we said we were on day one. That has never changed. We see the issues brewing between us and we are determined to work through them. We are finally starting to talk about them with each other and with trusted friends. We know we don't want to stay this way, and our goal is that we age like fine wine...getting better with time.

Here is where my marathon metaphor comes in. I tend to take life like a sprint. I want things fast, easy and now. I like to solve problems quickly. I clean house and grocery shop like a woman on a mission because I like to get my least favorite jobs over with. When I trained for our half marathon this spring I focused on running faster every day and didn't care about the toll it took on my body as a new runner. The consequence was 2+ months of running in pain through the summer because my body couldn't take that much speed that fast. I am learning that the best runners train extremely slowly to build up their aerobic base and condition their body to be able to race on race day. 26.2 miles is a long way to run no matter how many times you've done it. It takes patience with yourself and your body, mental strength to fight through the hard days, and grace to accept all the things you can't control. In other words...it's a whole lot like marriage. I've been thinking about my anxiety over our marriage and realized I am looking at it more like a sprint than a marathon. I want to fix it all now. I want to work out all of our problems and get to the finish line of perfection now. I want each of us to suddenly be perfect in a perfect world with a perfect relationship so that we never have to feel sad or angry or lonely or frustrated again. Typing that out makes me feel so silly, but I'm realizing that is the underlying cause to my stress.

You would think I'd have learned my lesson about perfectionism by now. In my head I absolutely know perfection is not reality, and it's a never obtainable goal to have in any area of life. So I'm working on changing that goal. When we got married we promised to love each other "In all things til death do us part" or something like that. I still mean those words with all of my heart, and I know Skyler does too. We didn't promise to be perfect. And no one's vows say, "Only when it's easy" So on the days when we are muttering under our breath at each other or turning on the tv instead of talking about what we need to talk about, I will remember that this is our life together and one bad day doesn't mean we have a bad marriage. I don't ever want to settle, but I don't want to measure us as a failure because we fail sometimes. We are a couple in training for a marathon and in training for our life together. Our goal is to get to the finish line, even if we are cussing the hills under our breath along the way. The hills actually make us stronger. I believe in us and I know we will do it. We have so much to learn, but I have hope that we are good students. We are still at the beginning, but thankfully we have "forever and ever" to figure it out.

** May 17, 2017 update
Guess what? We are still on this journey together and going 4 years strong as of today. This season is still hard and stressful as Skyler has transitioned into a new job and our schedules are even more off balance. But we are getting so much better at talking through things and loving each other through the good and bad. We make a conscious effort to put our phones down and have real conversations more often. To show each other love in little ways and to be grateful we have eachother to lean on at the end of long days. Marriage is hard, but there is a strange and powerful beauty in hard things. Working through hard things together brings a depth and strength to relationships that nothing else can. And much like crossing the finish line after 26.2 miles....it is SO worth all the work.
Also, we are both officially marathoners and I've been able to let the sleeping bear sleep since we aren't in training mode at the moment. :)

Happy Anniversary Skyler....I'm ready to climb more hills and cross more finish lines with you for many years to come.