I'm impressed as hell by couples who train for marathons together. I feel like everywhere, there are descriptions of couples who run together. I know some couples who run together. I know some guys who would never dream of leaving their girlfriend or wife behind while they run.
And then, well, there's us. And we don't run together. It's a disaster. There are just some things that some people can't do together, and run with Mr. Super-Speedy-No-Endurance is one thing that little Ms. Slowpoke just can't handle.
Runs have ended in fights, tears, getting lost, and a series of other disasters. So we stopped trying, because we didn't want to make it work. Making it work would have meant I learned to run faster; and it would have meant that he would have to retrain his muscles to run slower; neither being a viable option.
Yet I still get jealous when I see other couples talking about training for, or running a marathon together. How nice it must be to have that kind of together time! To undertake an adventure of that difficulty and magnitude, and know that your partner is by your side. To have their support and understanding when you lower yourself into an ice-water bath post run. But then I remind myself that having a training partner means fighting over the tub, instead of asking him to scrub and fill it for you, and I feel better.