Somehow my husband has become an athlete. He runs five kilometers at lunch and drinks protein shakes for breakfast. He makes huge pots of beans-and-rice-and-veggies that he eats for days at a time. He lifts weights, though he’s always done this. But what’s new is the running. And what is it with people who run?: they like to talk about running all the time. As if it were somehow an interesting topic.
While this is all well and good for him, and his heart I guess, I wish he would cut down on all this exercising and eating right and sit around eating a little more butter. He’s getting positively skinny. I don’t like to weigh more than he does! Plus, I’m, um, well, just not that into skinny guys.
Thankfully I still find Husband quite attractive. Especially this one thing he does when he’s cooking: he’ll stand over the stove, stirring something with one hand, resting the elbow of his other arm up on the range fan, beer dangling casually from that hand. It is HOT I tell you, just irresistible. The very thought of it…actually, he’s cooking right now, so I’m gonna go run in there, and, you know, watch. (That’s the only kind of running that interests me.)
