6:00am and all's quiet

When Kerry first told me that she was a runner I thought that was cool. A little bit nuts, but cool.

Then I bought a pair of running shoes and started running. My iliotibial band has gone through various machinations and agonizing attempts to dissuade me from continuing. Thus far it has failed.

Next Kerry told me that my current bicycle was a godawful travesty of engineering and should be melted down into the pile of useless slag that it represented after showing me why it was so bad. I thought that was cool. A little bit nuts, but cool.

Then I bought a new bicycle. And a trainer. And I’m riding the trainer regularly. Saddles are uncomfortable, and that’s all I’ve got to say about that.

Then Kerry told me that she was learning how to swim more efficiently. I thought that was cool. A little nuts, but cool.

Then I bought some swimming shorts and started swimming. 100 gallons of pool water in my lungs later, I’m still alive and swimming.

Not content, Kerry casually mentioned that she likes getting up at 4am so that she can go running in the morning as well as work out in the evening. I thought that was cool. A little nuts, but cool.

So here I am, it’s 6:00am and I’ve just returned from a morning run with Kerry. In 20 degree weather with ice on the road and snow on the shoulders. Next up is the gym, and I’m planning on riding the trainer tonight.

I am the former president of the Anti-Running League. I need to pass the baton onto someone else. Any takers?

HRH Trillian K.L.

January 24th, 2008 at 10:26 am · Reply

Good work, Grasshopper. In the future you will learn to embrace the 18mile run and the brick workouts and the 6am mock tri simulations.

andy

January 24th, 2008 at 11:48 am · Reply

The anticipation is killing me. The descent may be reaching the end of the beginning …

Michael

January 25th, 2008 at 8:50 am · Reply

It’s good to see, as you both embark on this beautiful relationship together, that you respect each other for who you are as individuals and aren’t trying to change each other.

January 25th, 2008 at 9:24 am · Reply

There’s no “each other” here. I’m putty to be molded in HRH Trillian K.L.’s capable hands.

Wait eagerly for part 2 of the flying saga when her majesty finds out what it’s like to experience the earth above you.

January 25th, 2008 at 4:14 pm · Reply

Ok, I get it. It’s really all about give and take then.

Suffering through ITB pain = puking in the cockpit.

Near drowning in the pool = a handful of nice barrel rolls.

Hill repeats = going vertical until your engine stalls and then plummeting toward earth in a irreversible death spiral.

January 25th, 2008 at 6:17 pm · Reply

Exactly! And I’ll also be sure to direct a couple of “unintentional” kicks and punches in her direction while in the pool. That will be a special bonus for a special person.