Partners

Can I just brag for a minute how lucky I am to have my partner in life?  My wonderful, albeit stinky, dedicated, hysterical, partner in crime, my husband.  This morning I found him getting ready for work, keeping the pups quiet so I could sleep in.  Before he left, he knew this was my long day, and wished me luck.  He asked that I not take to the roads on the bike (first beautiful day of the year!) because he was worried I would get hurt on roads that have not been cleaned up.  When he came home to find me firing up the wood splitter, his first words were, how was your workout?

This, my friends, is love.  You see, no one really wants to hear every detail of your workouts, the weird pain you have only when you tip your foot in this direction, how you were reading about this one triathlete's method of catch in the swim, how interesting the Texas course is, how much you hate the trainer and working out indoors, how effective heart rate training is, or the reason why you are wearing the ever so attractive compression socks to bed.  Yet, this man, knowing how one simple question can open a huge can of worms and yapping, asked that one question and was legitimately interested.  That folks is a training partner.

I can complain and ramble here, and people can stop reading, or start.  Maybe someone will laugh, or learn something, or feel better about themselves.  But when it comes down to it, a partner listens and gives feedback, has ideas, brings to the table their own research, and lets be honest, tolerates the compression gear :) 

Today, I could not have been happier working alongside my partner for a few hours while we cut and split wood, not really talking, just existing together.  Its a nice reality to live in! 

How was my workout you ask?  Three hours on the trainer, one running on the road, it was a long tough morning, but I did it, and I am one step closer to Texas.  And with the forecast of snow for all week, and pain in the ass Phil the groundhog predicting 6 more weeks of winter, I'm looking into a bike trainer or triathlon dvd to pop in for these long rides, because, lets be honest, they are only going to get longer, and my ass is starting to protest against the saddle :)