Always Cold

I took this picture of Kevin this morning.   This is a typical morning.  Not sure why, but I just feel like sharing......so let me tell you all about it.

He is talking to a guy at work.  He likes to manage from the house as long as he can get away with it.   They always start calling or texting him around 6 am.  He usually leaves the house after 8.  He always goes in to work late.   Not sure why he does it but he swears he won't get in trouble.  His truck is in the driveway running....he is waiting for it to warm up.  I prefer to keep my car in the garage so it doesn't need to warm up.  If I had a real job I would probably get there on time....or close to it.  Piddling at home for as long as possible would not appeal to me.

I brought him that bag of McDonalds.  It contains an Egg McMuffin.  He usually has an Egg McMuffin for breakfast every day.  After he wolves down that sandwich he will guzzle that juice that he purchased at HyVee.  He prefers to shop there so he can avoid "the people of Wal-Mart".  When he eats so fast and chugs a drink I cringe a little.  I believe there are many good reasons to eat slowly and chew thoroughly.  He says he enjoys his juice more if he drinks it all at once.  Weird.  I generally don't like to eat "fast food" and I certainly try not to eat it fast.

That couch and table will NOT be moving to the new house.  YUCK

He has an "I" tablet.   I have a Nexus tablet.  We both spend more time on our tablets than we do watching TV.  I would NEVER buy an apple tablet.  He would never buy anything but Apple products.

See that pretty brown throw he is under?  That is what I got him for Valentine's Day.  It is a heated blanket.  His skinny little shivery dog is under there too.  The dog loves it almost more than Kevin does.

You see, this man is always cold and I am almost always TOO WARM.  This is a constant struggle for both of us.  I don't want to freeze the poor guy out but then again, if I am sitting there in nothing but shorts and a tank and still too warm then we have a problem.  Also I can NOT sleep if I am too hot.   I tried, just for him, and I can't do it.  I wake up covered in sweat!  I sleep best when the house is about 60 degrees.   Kevin complains his head gets cold.  It occurred to me the other day that he has very little hair so his head probably does get colder than mine.

I told him early on that this would be an issue for us.   He prefers the house at 68 degrees.  If I am just sitting around I can handle 68.  But, if I am actually doing something besides sitting still 68 is too hot.  I keep my house between 60 and 65. 

Generally he lets me control the temperature in the house and then he complains periodically.  I believe that keeping the house really warm just conditions you to be colder all the time.   I go outside and run in the cold weather and it is a lot easier to handle the temperature outside if I am not emerging from a house that is super warm.  I am used to the cold and I like it that way.

Kevin loves his new blanket.  I do too!  Now I can keep the house cooler and he just gets under his blanket and doesn't complain that he is cold.  In fact, he takes it to bed with him.  For Christmas he will probably get another one.  Ha!

We are two very different people.  I honestly have more in common with my ex husband when it comes to stuff like this.  But, I don't let it bother me.  We make it work just fine.  We don't squabble over little things.  We compromise and get along.  No one has to be a winner. 

At the end of the day, I know he loves me and would do just about ANYTHING for me and that is what really matters.

AND....the heated throw was such a great idea!!  (I am proud of myself)

Biking, Birthdays and Electronic Failures

Friday I picked up Beanie and headed straight home.  Husband arrived right after me with groceries and a 6 pack.  I think he was willing to share, but I am not drinking because I am trying to take my training VERY seriously as this point.  Thing to note is he came right home which is a nice thing and doesn’t seem to happen very often.

I am not sure if I mentioned it here on this blog yet, but I DID actually sign up to do the Half “Ironman” distance triathlon at nationals.  That will consist of a 1.2 mile swim, a 56 mile bike and then a 13.1 mile run.  The race is September 22 and now that vacation is behind me and husband is on the mend, this race is my focus for the next seven weeks.

Anyway Friday we had a good evening.  I don’t remember the details but I do remember thinking Husband was fairly pleasant.  I should also point out that he got his stitches out last Tuesday and he got his case off on Wednesday and they cleared him for normal activity as long as it doesn’t hurt

Saturday first thing I ran 10 miles with Stina and then biked 51 miles with Uwe.  It got really steamy by the end and Uwe was whining like a girl.  As soon as we finished I went home to eat and see my Bean.  We tried to nap but I failed to get her to sleep.  She was a wreck the balance of the day.

Husband however was pretty agreeable and interactive so again I was happy about that.  I kept thinking “if he was like this all the time and a romantic once in a while I would be perfectly satisfied with my marriage.” 

Then I had to go and push my luck.  Around 6:30 I asked if he would mind if I rode my bike again on Sunday morning, just for a couple of hours, I would be home by 9 a.m. at the latest and I even promised to clean the basement floor which is something he had mentioned was past due.  He then became cold and distant and avoided me the rest of the night.  I asked him several times what was wrong and even offered to skip the ride if it would cheer him up.  He had no interest in discussing it and forged ahead in full asshole mode, so I just ignored him back after my initial attempts at being a good wife and discussing what I viewed as a sudden mood change I might have created. 

I thought about what was really wrong and I decided he was just jealous because he can’t bike due to his broken wrist still being tender.  I also decided that it is ridiculous that he is so childish and selfish that he has to go pout because I am training.  He has to treat me coldly because he can’t have all the fun he likes AND, he is the one that wrecked the motorcycle causing the injuries so I don’t think I deserve any of it.

Sunday morning I showed up for the group ride and no one was there.  My rotten cell phone texting was not working or I would have known that the ride had been cancelled.   However, since I was out anyway I decided to do hill repeats on my own.  I went to my favorite hill and rode up it several times drinking in the fresh morning air as the sun rose up over the rural countryside.

I went ahead and wore my iPod (which I rarely do on the bike) because it was so early and remote I knew there would be very little traffic.  I really enjoyed my “me time” on my bike and my legs are pretty darn sore this morning.  Good sore of course.

After the ride I threw on my running shoes and headed out to run…..I was about a half a mile into it when my iPod froze up.  It was playing but the controls quit working.  I stopped to tinker with it and turned it off then it would not come back on.  I wasn’t in the mood to hear myself breathing and my feet hitting the pavement so I only ran 2 miles and then called it a day.  Why are all my electronics crapping out on me?

On the way home I stopped at Target and purchased a new iPod.  It makes my runs so much more pleasurable to have some peppy music.  I have been advised that you are not allowed to wear music in a triathlon or they will disqualify you.  This makes me sad since I know it is going to make the half tri in September even harder on me.

Sunday afternoon me and Beanie took naps and then attended a birthday party/pool party for one of Beanies classmates.  It was lots of fun.

 

We arrived back home around 6 p.m. so I watched 60 minutes and then the Olympics.  Husband was not bad but not good.  He was pretty much doing his own thing until around 9 when he came and watched TV with me until 10 and then he went to sleep.  You know he does not kiss me good night unless I ask him to.  I hate that.