Let me explain: I have been married for over 8 years, becoming active myself a little over 2 years ago after having my 2nd baby. My husband on the other hand has always lived for his food. He lives for his chocolate, his buttery mashed potatoes, his cake icing right out of the container, his 10 cokes a day...it's been bad folks! So when about a month ago HE asked ME to go for a run with him, needless to say I liked to have fell out of my chair. This coming from the man who eats a hotdog as he cheers for me while I cross the finish line of a half marathon. This coming from the man who sets in a lounge chair outside watching me make my laps around our subdivision dripping in sweat. This coming from the man who said he would only run if there was a dog chasing him. What has happened to THAT man?!? I don't have the answer to that question...but I can't say I'm sad to see him slowly disappearing.
Several reasons I say that: 1st - I love my husband!! I want to him to live as long as, if not longer than me. 2nd - I think everyone should feel good about themselves, and I want my husband to feel the rush of accomplishment when he crosses his first finish line. AND 3rd- I want us both to be awesome and active role models for our two boys...and I think those reasons are honest and legit.
