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A Conundrum

It's been a while since I've been here and my pants tell the tale but I'll catch up on my exploits later.

Now, I want to discuss a conundrum I have. Chris started to run. When you ask him why, he replies, "Because I feel like running." Okay Forrest, whatever you say.

In the meantime though, you're wondering, what's the problem? Chris has been a couch potato since college; isn't it a good think that he's moving now?

Absolutely.

Chris runs or works out now (he's expanded to the lifecycle on his off days), no matter what. Meaning, it doesn't matter that there's laundry to fold and put a way, a lawn to mow, lightbulbs burned out all over the house, Chris runs/exercises every day and that pisses me off!

It pisses me off because he's allowed to get away with that and I'm not. I'm the one who needs to make sure the laundry gets put away, the kids get fed, etc. He takes off running, and I'm left home doing chores.

But here's the conundrum - the problem - the unanswerable burr in my brain. At the same time I'm angry at him for abandoning me for his new found obsession, I'm totally impressed and respectful of his ability and determination to stick with it. I'm also jealous.

Why can he run off when there's stuff to be done, and I can't? It's not fair. Yet, I think the fact remains, he gets to do it because he's choosing to do it, and I'm not.

So at what point does everyday life go from being an obstacle to overcome to an excuse?

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