Affair- n: 1. something that relates to or involves a romantic attachment of limited duration. 2. Get your mind out of the gutter. It’s not what you think.
I was going up the escalator of a local sporting good store, and he appeared before me. My heart stopped the moment I saw him. As if in a trance I walked over to him. He was handsome, strong, and powerful. He had everything I was looking for. I knew right then, I had to have him, he was going home with me.
It’s just before midnight. My alarm buzzes so softly that only I can hear it. I slip out of the covers ever so carefully and tiptoe downstairs so as not to disturb my sleeping husband and son. I disappear into the bathroom and slip out of my bed clothes and change into something more appropriate.
I step out of the bathroom and there he is, waiting for me in the corner. He’s always there, ready at a moments notice. We see each other almost every day. Some times it’s for a few minutes, other times, a few hours. It can be any time of day or night depending on my demanding schedule. He is always there for me when I need him.
My husband is okay with this relationship as he knows this has made me a better wife, mother and person. He even was there with me when we welcomed him into our home. He helped to get him comfortable in his new surroundings.
I walk over to him. His arms are out, as if to protect me. Our time together begins. I know how to push his buttons just right to make the best of our time together. We begin to move together, slowly at first, then slightly picking up to a nice rhythm. We fall into this rhythm together and I lose myself in the experience.
When I am with him I am not a wife, mother, employee, friend, overly stressed and overwhelmed person. I am a woman, free to live, and free to dream.
It has been a few hours. My heart is beating fast, steady, and strong. I am covered with sweat. My sweat drips onto him. He doesn’t complain, he doesn’t speak, ever. He knows I’ll wipe him off when we are done.
And just as quickly as our time began, our time is up. I step away, I don’t look back. He knows we will meet again, sooner or later. I slip into the bathroom, quietly shower, dress back in my bed clothes. I quietly tiptoe back up the stairs and slip under the covers ever so carefully. My husband never even knew I was gone. I will be able to fall asleep for a few hours and rest before morning comes, reality kicks in, and the hectic pace of my life begins.
And just as I close my eyes to drift off into peaceful slumber. I smile to myself. I am having an affair……..with my treadmill.
Life is hectic being a Mom, Wife, Employee, Friend, Athlete, and everything else I don’t have time to list…treadmill time is therapy time. If you have someone like me in your life, respect and support this affair. It makes us a better person, it really does. Happy Running-