Living and training on flat surfaces, I used to despise even the littlest of hills. The burning sensation in the quads, followed by shortness of breath just really wasn't my style. The easiest, flattest route to log in the miles was just the way I liked it.
Unfortunately, the most direct route home from work is one that encounters some rolling hills. To most people, and even myself when I'm driving, they wouldn't even recognize the repeating inclines and declines. Now by my description you'd think I'm climbing up Mt. Everest, I know. In reality, I'm guessing its a mere 1-3% incline. Yes, I give you permission to call me a baby. As much as I absolutely abhorred hills, I forgot about the greatest thing that follows that tough trek up...the easy, breezy, beautiful downhill! Until yesterday, that is. On the incline, I'd put my head down (probably not the best form but whatevs) and work my way up slowly. On the way down, I'd plaster on a huge smile, let my legs take full control, and call out the inner Phoebe in me:
How spoiled am I, for when I arrived home I saw the hubs making fajitas for dinner (the chicken pieces were marinaded in a delicious concoction of mixed spice seasoning w/ a truffle salt finish!) and the roomie making oatmeal muffins (with Ghiradelli dark choco pieces to complete a non-healthy recipe, just for me!) for dessert. I plopped my lazy butt down and watch as they slaved over the stove for me. Not only that, last night the roomie casually asked what my job function was, interested in what I've been doing for the last 6.5 years. And as I began to answer, I was pleasantly *shocked* as the hubs answered for me, almost completely correct. Simultaneously, I was embarrassed that I didn't have a clue what he does... So thank you hubs, for listening to me all these years...all those times I was stressing & complaining & ranting, I didn't think you were actually listening. Reflection for today: Yuko needs to learn to be a better listener...
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