He Still Thinks I Look Good

Me:  What time do you think you will be @ wellness ctr to get me?
Husband:  R u hoping for earlier or later?
Me:  Doesn't matter.  Just want to know if I should bother or not.
Husband:  Please bother!  I'll come join you in my Pathfinder clothes if I have to.
Me:  Deal.

Ten sweaty, painfully spun miles later, with Husband by my side in his dress shoes, dress pants, and undershirt, I climbed off the bike.  Clearly, I was taxed.  Clearly, it was not as easy as it used to be.

"It's strange," he said.  Without a word, I knew we were both pondering the memory of me doing the entire triathlon (with apparent ease) seventeen  years ago.  "You look just the same."  He seemed puzzled by this.

Thanks, Babe.  You made my night.

And thanks for helping me endure.

I am hopeful that someday I might honestly enjoy this.  Right now I honestly enjoy the idea of the good I know I am doing for my body and that's about it.