I believe that any relationship must prioritize honesty above all things. If you’re honest, all that other junk like respect and support will fall into place. Not to say I haven’t told a lie or two in my day:
“It’s so weird! That golf thingy you were watching just switched over to You’ve Got Mail! I had nothing to do with it. Awwww – look at Brinkley!” (I can usually distract from a lie by pointing out a dog immediately after.)
But for the most part, I keep on the up-and-up. Of course, my poker face includes a deep blush and the occasional stammer, so I don’t serve myself by trying to lie anyway.
That doesn’t mean I don’t occasion keep a few little tidbits of information to myself. Like this past weekend. I signed us up to do the Melissa’s 10K run out in Banff back in February. It sells out quickly, so decisions are made without a lot of consultation.
I knew it would be a beautiful time of year and we love spending time in the mountains.
However, I also knew that Hubs would hate the elevation chart.
And it was just after the 3.5K mark that he point-blank asked if I knew about the hill.
Of course, I said. Didn’t I mention it? I might have fluttered my eyelashes at that point, but it might have just been the sweat dripping down too.
Although, at that point I failed to mention that there was a second little nasty peak just when you thought you were done. But once you top that hill and start down you get some great views and touristy picture. We ended up meeting some new 20-second best friends, as we took a pic of them and they took a pic of us in front of the Banff Springs Hotel. I put the fun in fun run.
He is my sunshine. My only sunshine. He makes me happy, when I’m sweaty and tired.
After that it was just cruising downhill for the rest of the run and some great crowd support once we hit downtown again. It was our first Melissa’s and I’m sure we’ll try and get in again next year.
Of course, any feat of athleticism should be immediately followed up by beer and fried pickles. Obviously.