We’re crazy, that’s why
January 14, 2008
This evening at dinner Mr. Tonks blithely asks what we’re doing April 27th and after inquiring as to why he wants to know, he informs me that he’s signed up for the Trolley Run- a four-mile, timed race. My darling husband is out of shape. He doesn’t eat healthful food; in fact the only fruit I’ve ever seen him willingly eat is a banana. He won’t drink water (prefers anything but) and hasn’t been in the habit of running in a long, long time. I laugh and gape at him.
When the meal winds down I ask if he minds if my friend and I take an exercise class next month two days a week. “What time?” he asks. I hesitate, having openly mocked him not 10-minutes before. “Um…5:30.” “In the morning?” he asks with a bemused look on his face. I’m not a morning person. I don’t function well before 7 a.m. and even then, that’s pushing it. I usually stay in bed until 7:30 because I’m too lazy to get up. Mr. Tonks gets up with the children because I flat out refuse to (except on Sundays, his days to sleep in…and usually after he wakes up, I take a nap). I stay up late. And while I do exercise now, I’ve never done it before dawn. Ever.
Have we lost our minds? Yes, yes I believe we have. But we may look damned good while we go crazy loco.
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j0lt | January 15, 2008 at 8:02 am
Hey, you gotta start somewhere (although a 5:30 class does sound ambitious).
Tell mr. tonks to be careful if he’s ramping up training super-quick – stretching is super important. The last race I ran, I did after some friends talked me into it and I basically went from not running at all to doing a 10k in about 2 months. One week after the race, while running, one of my tendons on my knee (or something) protested and went into major-pain mode. I had to hobble 2 miles home leaning on mr. jolt. Turns out I wasn’t stretching my legs well and they were letting me know by making it virtually impossible to exercise for 2 months. So, remind him to stretch!!
Good luck!
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tonkelu | January 16, 2008 at 4:10 pm
I had to give Mr. Tonks a little dose of harsh reality. I informed him of the following:
1. You’re out of shape.
2. You’re no longer 16 and running cross country.
3. You’re 30.
4. You haven’t had any sort of exercise routine in years.
5. You don’t eat a healthful diet.
He didn’t like it, but it’s true. And I need to make him read your comment because sometimes when it comes from someone else it helps.