Last night I had the privilege of joining my friends, Katie and Kristen, for a ladies' night event. With wine and cheese. At a hardware store.
No, I did not accidentally change topics, you read that correctly.
Apparently the local hardware store has a ladies' night every year in order to lure the female townies in and convince them that hardware stores are not just for men. How do they accomplish this, you ask? By giving out free wine, cheese, and door prizes. And if you don't believe me, just take a look at the new FREE doormat in my laundry room.
None of us won the grand prize - a $700 grill- but a good time was still had by all. I met some new townie friends, including our realtor's wife, and ate more than my fair share of cheese cubes... which, in my opinion, deserve their own section on the food pyramid right next to DQ Blizzards.
DQ references thus far: 2
Anyway, I have high hopes that Home Depot and Lowe's will follow suit soon so that I can stuff my face with free cheese while picking out the new blinds that we need for the new house. And by the way, why do blinds cost an arm and a leg? I am starting to think that pinning bed sheets up over the windows is not such a bad option... which, I'm pretty sure, classifies me as a fraternity boy.
And speaking of boys, my very sweet husband has gone running with me not once, but TWICE in the past week. I would like to say it has been on his own accord, but I'm fairly sure that it's only because he doesn't want me throwing any more temper tantrums about how sad I am to no longer have a gym membership. Regardless, beggars can't be choosers, so I'll take what I can get.
Anyway, back when we were engaged and both living in College Station, we also tried to go running together a couple of times. And I quickly discovered that the way in which we both approach running is very clearly a metaphor for how we both approach life. Allow me to explain:
I run for a predetermined amount of time. I decide in advance how long I will run and generally what route I plan to follow. Whatever pace I set at the beginning of the run is most likely going to remain the same throughout the duration of the run. I keep my eyes straight ahead and try my best to stay focused on the task at hand, avoiding potential distractions. For me, running has a purpose, and that purpose is to exercise.
Brian, however, just runs when he feels like it and only as long as he feels like it, which is evidenced by the fact that he willingly went on a run last week on his own for the first time in 3+ years. He just ran until he was tired of running and then stopped- I can guarantee you that no form of a timer was involved.
Brian also has a hard time staying at one steady pace. He will sprint until he gets worn out, and then maybe he'll meander slowly for a bit until he decides to sprint again. Easily bored, he gets tired of just running in one direction and it is not unusual for him to dart in and out of trees or start otherwise straying from the path. And please don't even get me started on the time during one of our runs that he picked up a random tennis ball and decided to bounce it alongside us while we ran.
I'm fairly certain that was the last time (until this week) that we ran together.
Apparently, however, just as our relationship has progressed over the last few years despite our clearly contrasting life outlooks, our ability to run together has as well. There were still a few arguments over important issues like whether it was better to run on the sidewalk or in the street, but when all was said and done, we survived our 2 most recent runs unscathed.
And I would love to say that there will be many more runs together in the future, but given the fact that I have yet to come up with a convincing reason for Brian to wake up at 5:15 am with me, I have a feeling that I will have to continue spending my mornings working out alongside Denise Austin and Jillian Michaels. But hey, at least they don't interrupt my exercise with the incessant and completely unnecessary bouncing of a tennis ball, right? I'm over it, I promise.