Walking with the Hubby

Today we had a good bye luncheon for one of my co-workers.  I love pot luck luncheons, it's like a license to eat til your belly hurts.  Where else do you put chips and dip, next to lasagna, next to carrot cake.  Yum!  This has been a week of over eating and so tonight B and I went for a walk on the track at our local high school.  Now B has already played an hour of basketball today, and is in better shape then I will ever hope to be, so walking with him is always an adventure. 

We started out at a pretty good clip, side by side, talking and enjoying the time together.  About 3 laps in, my pace was slowing just a bit and Brent had moved over a couple of lanes so he could speed walk to my slow trot.  Middle of lap 5 he called his brother and chatted, while I huffed and puffed and tried not to fall down.  He continued to chat with his brother through lap 6 and 7.  I, on the other hand, made a slicing motion across my throat as we neared the track opening by our vehicle at the end of lap 7.  He made a motion (while still chit chatting easily) to do another lap and I threw him that ice cold "are you kidding me?" look and headed to the car. 

He wasn't winded.  I needed a tall glass of water.  He could have run 4 or 5 more laps.  I wanted to lay on the grass and take a nap.

I love the man...he is my great motivator to become a healthier me.