Want to know a secret? Phil and I barely argue. I don't know if that's a good thing or not, since I think passion can take the form of heated arguments from time to time. So every once in a while, I make sure to start a fight just to keep those love flames burning.
Last night, after a super hot and humid day, we returned home from track club at 8:15 with all the kids and I mentioned that now would finally be a good time for a run, since it was 78 degrees instead of the scorching 90's like it had been all day. Phil sweetly said "Go ahead, I'll put the kids to bed".
I started trying to retract my words "But it is still humid out and it's getting late..."
"Just go where there are street lights and do a quick 3 miler", he suggested.
Now I felt like I had to run because I had no excuse except my own laziness, and I had not yet exercised, and my husband was all but pushing me out the door. And so, I started to get angry at him. Does he think I need to run because I'm fat? Shouldn't he want me to stay home and hang out with him? My protective Dad and brothers would not want me running at 8:30 at night all alone, why didn't Phil care?
I got on my running gear and headed out into the quickly darkening night. I made sure to tell Phil that I was wearing my Garmin so they could track my body if I never made it back home and I stormed off.
I put on my music and ran nice and fast, fueled by my anger at Phil as much as my fear of the dark. At one point, a car pulled into a driveway right in front of me, and I thought "This is it. I'm about to get abducted." But then I realized they were just coming home with groceries. At mile 2, two teenage boys were walking ahead of me, so I switched to the other side of the street as to avoid heckling by hoodlums. And when I saw two men emerging from a car with a pizza, I just knew I would be on the morning news Angry wife murdered at her own request, just to stick it to her husband.
When I finally ran into our driveway, Phil was out on the porch calling my name and making sure I was okay. I huffed and puffed up the stairs and saw the Redbox movie that still.wasn't.returned and yelled something about how nothing ever gets done unless I do it. He quietly took the movie back to the store as I was left to sit in a pool of sweat and guilt.
I thought back on the day and realized everything Phil had done for our family. He was home with all the children while I worked, went to the doctor for the bug bite (he's on steroids and getting better), cleaned the house, made dinner, was supportive of my wishes to exercise, was worried about me but didn't want to try to stop me, and then he just let me take all my frustrations out on him.
As soon as he came home, I apologized for being a girl, and now I know why we don't argue too much. It stinks. We can celebrate our passion in other (more fun!) ways.