Multiple times a week the hubs and I go for walks. We have had some of our best conversations while out enjoying the fresh air and each other’s full attention. This week the subject of lifetime sports came up, and how grateful we both were for getting involved in sports we love at such a young age , and can still compete in as adults.
Over the years my husband has tried to expose me to the links, buying me a set of golf clubs, shoes, balls and tees. I am horrible, absolutely horrible at the game. I have even thrown my back out-of-place after participating in a round of 18, which is bound to happen when you come in at a million strokes over par.
I have also tried to coax my other half into joining my running world. He has been a trooper and run a handful of 5 K’s with me and loathes every single second of the experience.
We love each other, we support and understand each other’s love for our respective athletic endeavors, but we came to the conclusion and agreement this week that I will never be a golfer, and he will never be a runner. Now matter how hard we try, neither of our hearts are in it, and that’s okay.
Truth be told, I don’t even enjoy running with him, he bitches and moans about the activity, and we run significantly slower than my standard pace and it makes my knees hurt. When I tee up, he cringes at my form and is borderline embarrassed to be playing the same round with me.
After our confessions we decided that we needed to find something we both enjoy that we can do together. The lucky winner? Basketball. Basketball is the one sport we both played from primary school to high school. We have always enjoyed shooting hoops with one another during our entire 11 year relationship, it was an obvious choice. We haven’t picked up a ball in months, so on Friday night we headed over to the gym we just joined and shot around for an hour. We had such a great time that we vowed we would partake in this activity at least once a week moving forward.
But don’t you worry, we won’t let hoops get in the way of the golfer in him and the runner in me.