IronHubs and I have been married for almost 15 years, but sometimes he’s still a complete mystery to me.
This morning, we got up at the crack of night to go swim, hoping to beat the crowds of holiday gym-goers. No luck, by the way, as we ended up sharing a lane because the others were full. IronHubs swims so much faster than me that I sort of expected to get either discouraged or competitive with him, but instead he was the perfect distraction. Every single lap he was either flying at me or swimming past me, so I spent a lot of time focused on not “accidentally” kicking him. Before I knew it, my pool workout was done and it was my second-fastest 40 PUs to date. Yay!
On the drive home, I was telling him that I was planning on going out for a little jaunt in my Vibrams this morning, but since I would be keeping the distance to about a half-mile, it could hardly be called a run. More like a super high-intensity calf workout. I yammered on for a bit about how my calves were sore for four days after my first try and how I hoped to alleviate that problem this time with stretching and Trigger Point-ing. When I finished talking, IronHubs announced, “Shick-wuh!”
*long pause while I decide if I heard him correctly*
“Schick-wuh!” he declared again.
I stared at him, unwilling to ask him to repeat himself, but having that what the hell are you talking about? look on my face that only a spouse can wear.
“Super High Intensity Calf Workout. Shick-wuh!!” he crowed, delighted with his own cleverness.
Okay. Sure. So all that time I thought he was listening to me talk about my new shoes, perhaps preparing some insightful comments or questions? Nope, he was just working on an acronym. Shick-wuh, indeed.