Yesterday was my husband’s birthday, which I had been trying to celebrate every day this weekend so as to assuage my guilt for going to work last night. I talked with the kids to make a list of “Dad’s favorite things” to give him or do with him all weekend. Their list was pretty much what you would expect from a 3 and 5 year old- they came up with “The Muppets” and “breakfast in bed”. So Friday night’s dinner was followed by The Great Muppet Caper (he was actually thrilled) and Sunday was breakfast in bed (not as thrilled).
Monday night we headed out for a date, which I concocted from what I know are 3 of his favorite things: running, tacos, and beer. I agreed to run a trail he frequents on the west side of town. Personally, I have found my comfort zone on the Boneyard section of trail on the other side of town, and I have been reluctant to get lost, I mean explore, the side we were headed to.
The threatening weather held just fine, with the cloud cover actually giving us some relief from the day’s hot temperatures. The trail was dusty but in OK condition as we wound through the sage, pinyon pines, up and over School House Rock and into Hockett Gulch. Taylor billed it as a “recreational run”, which meant he was bounding ahead like a gazelle and I was huffing and puffing to try to keep up. It was fun and beautiful when we got to the high point (don’t ask me where). At the top, I did a little happy dance that I had mostly survived.
Being out there reminded me of when we were younger and we used to hike and camp as many weekends as we could. I love to be alone and outdoors with my best friend in the world. As I grew heavier and older, we did those kinds of activities less and less. I could come up with a hundred excuses for why I wouldn’t go for a hike or spend the weekend backpacking. Today, I feel so grateful to have the opportunity to do these kind of things with my husband again. It doesn’t matter if it’s just for an hour instead of a whole weekend, I value the time more than I ever did when my time was my own and fairly limitless.
I know that one of the reasons that I wanted to lose weight was so that I could go out and hike, backpack, and do things like that again without feeling tired or strained by it. I don’t think I ever imagined that I could hop onto a trail and run for 5 miles, or that I would be so happy doing it. But I do know that feeling like I could take on any physical challenge again has probably been my favorite thing about losing weight. And I know that I will not take anything for granted this time. Plus, tacos and beer taste just a little bit better when you know you have already burned them off.