STP

So, this is my handsome husband, my Man. He is riding his bike. He is riding his bike in the Seattle to Portland (STP) ride. I recently dedicated myself to this adventure. It happens every year, in the summer. I am nervous. I wonder if my under-used body can achieve this goal. I want to do it, though. I want to experience this journey. Partly, for time with my Man. I want to participate in his interests. Partly, because I feel the need to push myself into an uncomfortable spot. Not because I want to be in pain, or doubt, or frustration. I want to show myself that here's another thing in life that I can live through. My Man has pushed me into little uncomfortable spots since we've been together. White water rafting, gardening, cycling, weight lifting . . . just to name a few. He's my reminder to LIVE. He drives me absolutely NUTS, but I couldn't have a full, happy life without him pushing me out of my comfort zone. He is constantly raising the bar for me. I think it's one of the many things I love, love, love about him. There are very few people in my life I will step out of my box for. He is a living testament to the power of love, and life in my life. With all of the obstacles life has put in his way, he continually finds a way around them with such tenacity and patience, that I can't help but admire, adore and love this man. My Man.