Monday, March 20, 2017

Missing Keys and Missing Run


Last night, Collin asked if we could be snuggle buddies.  It took me one nanosecond to say yes and pull him into a snuggle.  If we could have stayed like this all night, I would have been happy.

At 5:05 a.m. my cell phone alarm blared.  I jolted out of bed and commenced with my normal pre-dawn activities: tossing on athletic tights, pulling my hair in a scrunchie, and lacing up running shoes.  At 5:20 a..m. I raced down the stairs and reached for Chris's car keys in our catchall box (where the keys normally call home).  

No keys.

This would not have been a problem if my vehicle could exit the driveway.  Unfortunately, Chris's car was boxing in mine.

I frantically searched the house zeroing in on other likely spaces.  There were no keys in his jacket pocket, work bag, or by the couch.   To some this situation may be a blessing.  Maybe this was the legitimate excuse one needs to back out of a insanely early workout.

But in my little world, this was a crisis.

I pulled out my last resort.  I woke up Chris.

How do I say this kindly?

Chris did not consider an early wakeup call to search for his keys to be a necessity.  In his many non-verbals (stomps and grunts), he let his displeasure be known.

Clearly we don't see eye to eye on what merits an early morning wake up call.

It's like he doesn't even know me.

Then again, there are lots of areas where we differ.

He thinks we can go on a perfectly lovely vacation without adding a half marathon to the itinerary.

Why go?

He doesn't find the latest issue of Runner's World magazine to be a fine read.  

Gasp!

He says dinner conversations don't always need to include a synopsis of my morning run, workout schedule, pace goals, and mileage recap.

What's left to talk about?

They say opposites attract. 

I wouldn't call us opposites, but I would call us like-minded with different opinions on what is classified as a healthy hobby versus an insane addiction.

Semantics.

But love doesn't hold any record of wrongs and looks past other people's faults. 

The key incident will be forgotten....by tomorrow.









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