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Couch to 5k

Two professional women: both married with kids and both juggling clients, reports, potty training, packed lunches, chores, dogs, cats, errands, husbands and …”what was that you said? SEX?”
That three-letter word that once was so frequent, so liberating, so yummy has been sidelined in a sea of life, work and snot.
It is time.
Time to put sex back on a pedestal by injecting some extra spice into our relationships.

Couch to 5k

Check out Mr. Lee on the couch.

I’ve gone running with my neighbor more than twice in the last three weeks. That is more than I’ve done as far as an exercise routine in about 15 years. Usually, I consider carrying the littlest Lee (who is quite big), changing the five-gallon water jug on the cooler at work, and walking to soccer practice sufficient to keep me in shape.

Luckily, my neighbor, who I’m sure weighs no more than 52 pounds, has taken on the challenge of helping me exercise. Though she’s run many a 5K and one half marathon, she’s enduring the joy that is the “couch to 5K” workout three mornings a week with me.

I still feel my muffin top in my size 12 and 14 pants, but I do feel fabulous on the days I run. I’m flushed a youthful pink, I drink more water and less cokie, and am optimistic enough to wake the slumbering Mr. Lee at 6:15 for Mission 20.

Mr. Lee had not gone running.

Mr. Lee had not yet enjoyed a full six hours of sleep.

Mr. Lee had not yet readjusted to daylight hours with only one day off of his night schedule.

Mr. Lee had not yet removed himself from the lanky extremities of our oldest, who had climbed into bed with him.

I promised to do the work. I seductively caressed him and did my best striptease, pausing as I removed one tennis shoe to grimace at the tendon pain in my left knee brought on by a workout my two-year-old could do. I even let him use the loo first.

But, Mr. Lee did not – would not – finish.

He tried, but claimed too many factors were working against him.

And I, deflated, shirked away to the shower. During which, Mr. Lee fell back into a loud sleep (he snores at epic levels).

My sister once told me about a friend of hers who worked as a social worker. Apparently, one of the cruelest things a man can do to his wife is to wake her up to have sex. Mission or not, the shoe this week was on the other foot.

We’ll just have to settle for brunch in the future.

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