I ran the 5K Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure on Saturday and let me tell you I am very proud of myself! I by no stretch of the imagination am a runner and my lungs bleed just thinking about it, however, I was the team captain and it just so happens that I recruited 5 very young ladies who all love to run. I was at least 8 years older then 3/4 of my team and I've had three kids so you can imagine how out of place I felt. Anyhow, I did it (with a few short breaks at the mile markers) and I have actually been inspired to get back in the gym…so I’ll start tomorrow!
With that being said, when my husband picked me up from downtown
Kids are in bed, clothes are set out for church the next morning and I exhausted and sore collapse on the couch and ask my ever so sympathetic beloved to rub my legs! Within seconds my legs where no longer being rubbed and his hands had traveled to the very areas that did not want to be touched!! “NO,” I thought to myself, “don’t go there!”
It never fails, never! A simple no strings attached request always turns into something more. Now, please don’t get me wrong, I have a very strong relationship with my husband but there are just some days when a little common sense would come in handy! I can hardly walk let alone get my legs up in the air so what makes him think that I want to have sex? When I ask for a back rub after a long hard day and need some TLC doesn’t turn on the flashing red light that blinks OPEN FOR BUSINESS!
But of course, after a little convincing on his part, I did my wifely duty and sent him packing to the bedroom! I then had me some ice cream (yummy yummy) and watched some TV. I never did get my full legs rub and I bet you a $100 I never will ;^)