Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Date night

Tonight my husband and I had a date. Well, sort of. In the end, he did, and that was just fine with me.


The man loves horror movies. Loves them. Me...I get scared at previews. Literally. During the previews for Salt, I had my eyes covered for fully half of the previews.


Yes, I have issues. I'm ok with that.


I will admit, when we were dating (and before), I would go to any movie just to spend time with him. I went to see Scream 2 and was so excited to be at the movies with him that it didn't occur to me until the opening credits that a) it was a horror movie and b) they scare the crap out of me. And yet, many weekend evenings found us at his sister's house watching all manner of gory mayhem. I'm not sure whether they were more amused by the movies or my reaction to them.


Since we've been married, I don't make it to many horror movies. I have no problem with him going. It just sucks to spend $8 to sit in a theater for 2 hours with my eyes closed and my fingers in my ears. Every once in a while, though, I feel bad and go along.


Yesterday, when reading a yahoo article on movies so bad they're good aloud, I accidentally uttered the words Piranha 3D in his hearing. He immediately suggested we go tonight, and I idiotically lovingly agreed. Fast forward to tonight, as I'm realizing that I'm going to have to stay up late-- the night before getting up at 4:30 to run--to NOT watch this movie. Bleh. And then my loving husband uttered the magic words: I don't want you to be miserable.

Uh, babe? We've been together 12 years now. When have you known me NOT to be miserable during a horror movie? I abandoned that movie plan like a sinking ship sadly conceded that I wouldn't really enjoy the movie but would still go if he was a heartless bastard really wanted me to.

Which he's not. So here I am, happily blogging away, while he's off at the movies with his sister and her friend. Not a bad date night at all! :)



With no date, I also took the opportunity to spend a little time with J., who I haven't seen much between the beginning of school and bus duty and union meetings (oh my!...I think I'd prefer the lions, tigers, and bears to the latter two!). He was all about the Wii after dinner, but instead I convinced him he'd like to go for a bike ride. OK...made him go for a bike ride. Whatever. Why quibble.

He's doing great! If he could only get the stop/dismount move down. But he's getting there. He rode about 1 1/2 miles around our neighborhood tonight. And if he's riding, you know I'm running right alongside him. That's fine when he's going at his own pace, but we ran into a neighbor kid we'd met on a previous bike ride and J. decided to follow him.

My child was quite the little speed demon. And there I was, huffing and puffing to catch up, and you can believe my heart was in my throat every time he'd take a corner at speed. Especially since once he hit a slight downslope he was out of my reach! If I hadn't started running, I'd never have been able to teach him how to ride a bike. Well, either that or he'd be more independent by now!

Either way, I got in a bonus 1.5 miles today. :) 6 on my schedule for tomorrow: 1 mile warmup, 4 miles at 9:18, and 1 mile cooldown. I haven't yet maintained the prescribed pace for a tempo run. Maybe tomorrow will be the day!

1 comment:

Jack said...

My husband is obsessed with action movies. There is only so much blood and gore and well, thoughtless killing I can watch. We often have "date" nights totally seperate. hehehee