I think it was back in early twenty-teens when, in a moment of false bravado, I said to my wife, "I'll run exactly one half-marathon with you: The Maui Half." I'd been athletic in high school and college, but never much of a runner for its own sake. Then I got old and my health plan was simple: "Save room for dessert." It worked, and I was still thin because I have the food-related will power to actually save the room.
Yeah, I sorta did that. I honestly can't remember why she put on the ear muff things and asked me to do it, but I ran with it. Maybe it had something to do with the clear thing she's holding...a speculum, maybe? A bit of obstetrics and genecology has myotises'd its way into my brain over the years. She's a real life OB/GYN. But sadly, she's not the blogger that goes by OB/GYN Kenobi. Well, I say sadly, but that dude's a dude, and I'm pretty happy with my wife.
