Months ago, I made a conditional promise to my husband: If Event A did not happen, I would start doing Triathlons with him. I was crazy in the head, I admit, but I realized how much my husband's health had improvedin direct relation to his training, and I have been wanting the same for myself. I remember how good I felt 14 years ago when I did my first triathlon, and I coveted the return of that feeling.
Event A did not happen and I didn't say anything to my husband about my "promise". Husband had apparently forgotten, so I breathed a sigh of relief.
But about a week ago, my conscience was bugging me, mostly because I really DO want to do this and am needing some accountability. So, as we
were sitting on the couch talking one evening, I reminded Husband of my promise. I wish you could have seen all the lightbulbs flicker on in Husband's
But about a week ago, my conscience was bugging me, mostly because I really DO want to do this and am needing some accountability. So, as we
were sitting on the couch talking one evening, I reminded Husband of my promise. I wish you could have seen all the lightbulbs flicker on in Husband's
brain and flash across his face!
Fast-forward a few days. Yesterday was my thirty-nineth birthday, and Husband got something for me that I had requested. He also said he was able
to get another thing, as he'd found the requested item at a good price. It hadn't arrived in the mail, though.
to get another thing, as he'd found the requested item at a good price. It hadn't arrived in the mail, though.
Today, coming home from a little outing, I had Daughter pick up the mail at the mailbox. A package was there. I figured it was the remainder of my birthday present, so quickly opened it up. I pulled it out far enough to see that it said "Triathlons" at the top of the book, and shoved it quickly back inside so I could drive up the driveway.Inside, I thought, "MORE books on Triathlons?" (Husband is obsessed.)
We came inside, and I dumped my armload of stuff on the bed. Several birthday cards were in the mail, so I sat down to read them, and then absent-mindedly pulled the book out of the large envelope. To my great horror, it said "Triathlons" . . . "For WOMEN"!!! OH, NO!!! was my first thought. I'm sunk. I'm toast. The sedentary life is OVER.
The Cohutta Tri is this Sunday, and Husband is participating for the third year in a row. A year from now we will need a babysitter.
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Husband is THRILLED to be taking me on as a swimming student. I have zero form and zero style. I told him if he can teach me how to swim, he has made quite the accomplishment. He thinks he can get me to do flip turns and have beautiful form. I think he has quite a job on his hands.
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