Breakfast in Bed for Justin

A few days after my last post about our adventures on the Bruce Trail, Justin and I realized that we hadn’t actually been on the Bruce Trail, we’d been on one of the side trails that goes along the Niagara River.

We decided to fix the problem. * Today’s training schedule had us doing 29 KM. It was a lot, but we’d been building up to it. Don’t tell him, but I’d skipped a KM on some of the training days I wasn’t with him. We decided to do half the distance through the actual trail and then turn around and come back for the full 29 KM.

* I was going to say we decided to rectify the problem, but that word always makes me giggle.

We’d been out late the night before gorging ourselves on fish in chips with my friend Samantha in Whitby and got home VERY late. My kids were with their mom and I asked Justin to sleep over, I love waking up beside him. We were exhausted and over carbbed by the time we got home and went straight to bed and behaved ourselves.

I’m an early riser so I was up early in spite of our late night and got some things done while I let Justin sleep.

When I finally went back into the bedroom to wake him up, we made up for last night. I couldn’t believe how hungry he was after all the Fish and Chips only a few hours earlier. Needless to say, I totally messed up his Intermittent Fasting.

It was a brilliant start to the day, but it went down hill from there. The traffic was a mess getting out to General Brock’s mighty erection (pictured above) a few meters from where the trail starts.

We were exhausted by the time we reached the half way point, what neither of us had counted on was that the Bruce Trail is RUGGED, and no in a plaid shirt. bulgy jeans and scruff, kinda way. The Bruce Trail, at least the first 14.5 KM of it, is ALL HILLS. The other thing we didn’t think through is – the only way back was to go back up and down all those hills. By the time we got back to the car, we were staggering to the car. We were in so much pain and to tired that I couldn’t even make a joke about the General’s Erection. I’m home and in bed (alone) and missing Justin already, and I’m still aching.

I regret the fish and chips last night, I regret getting to bed so late, I regret not thinking through what the terrain would do to our bodies, I regret shorting out some of my walks over the last few weeks, but I do NOT regret that blowjob.

I don’t regret that Blow Job and I certainly don’t regret spending so much time with Justin. It’s not the first time he’s left me aching.