Justa Workin' Out!

Well... trying anyways. =)

So... I haven't put these roller blade on in like 2 years. I thought it would be a piece of cake... I mean, come on.... roller blades??? How hard could it be?? I'll totally have the advantage and be able to keep up with Alex, who was just running.

NOT!!!

Lets just say within the first 30 seconds, Alex was already ahead of me by like 1/4 mile. And.... I gave up. There was no way on earth I would be able to catch up. I think my biggest fear wasn't falling and getting hurt (if you know me, you know how much I love wicked awesome scars) it was just the fear of people seeing me fall. For example, this little car was coming out of Blockbuster and told me to go ahead and cross in front of them.... so I did.... and definitely tripped hard core. It took me like 6 "on the verge of biffing it" steps to catch my balance. I was soooo embarrassed. Especially while I could hear all 6 passengers CRACKING UP LAUGHING INSIDE THE CAR! I thought I was gonna die of embarrassment. I just wanted to disappear. Plus, with my retarded heart, I didn't wanna push myself too much. My chest was killing me and I wasn't sure if it was my heart acting up or just the normal hurt from working out. (How sad is that... I don't even remember what it feels like to work out anymore.) So I made it about another 1/2 mile and then cut through some neighborhoods and went home. I took them off, and was ready to put them on craigslist.

Well, Alex, being the never give up, keep on trying, competitive kind of guy he is gave me this whole speech about not giving up. How I was never gonna learn and never gonna be able to keep up with him if I just gave up. (I was ok with that. I'll be the first to admit that I'm the biggest quitter ever! That's the BIGGEST difference between the two of us.) But then he asked me, "What good is ever gonna come out of quitting?"On the verge of tears, I thought about it for a minute and when nothing clever came out of my mouth, I silently went back to my stinkin lame roller blades, put back on my socks and we were out the door again. THEN he was being so flaming cute the whole time. He was acting like I was 5 and he was trying to teach me.... and I loved it? He was saying, "Good job, babe!" "I'm so proud of you!" "You're the best wife ever!" and when I would jump over a big crack he would say, "haha, woohoo!" or "awesome!". I couldn't help but take it all in and laugh out loud. He even carried me up and down the stairs to our apartment. He is one guy who is just too dang hard to stay mad at. lol. He's such a charmer.

So anywho... It felt good to finally be outside and active again. The weather was perfect and the breeze was great! And it made me realize how blessed I am to have a husband like, Alex. He's just so dang perfect for me! I love you sugar booger button nose!! =)