I woke up the next day and had quite a quandary, I had thoroughly enjoyed the running and the prep for finishing a marathon. But I didn’t know if I should keep running or join a softball league and take a break. I threw the idea at Courtney and she immediately shot down the break idea. “Don’t you want to keep running?” she said. “I don’t know.” I replied.

Courtney seemed down about the idea of me quitting running. She immediately lifted my shirt and licked my abs while grabbing my ass. She then looked up at me and said, “I love you six pack abs and tight ass honey…I don’t want to lose them.” With that my mind was made up for me. Courtney was building a tremendous physique and keeping her happy was going to be my main goal. With that, I headed out and bought a new pair of running shoes.

We had kind of settled back into our previous patterns of work and exercise. I was running and not eating a lot and C was spending a ton of time at the gym and eating like a horse. About two or three weeks had gone by and I was starting to lose my motivation for training. I mentioned it to my wife and she said, “Well, I was waiting to surprise you but I guess I’ll tell you now. I booked us a room in Boston the week of April 20th.” I wasn’t sure what the significance of the date was and stared back at my wife with a puzzled look. She waited a few seconds and then said, “Honey, with your awesome marathon time, you qualified for the Boston Marathon.” “Holy shit!” I said. “Really?”

Courtney really did surprise me with that news and I was even kind of amazed myself. Runners from all over the word try to qualify for the Boston Marathon and here I was, in a position to run it. Running The Boston had never really been one of my life goals but I damn sure had to do it. Without delay, I went to the local running store and asked for some preparation advice. Of course, there are several books on The Boston and how to prepare for it. I bought three of them and headed home.

The first book I decided to read was about the history of the race and many personal stories about those who overcame adversity to run in it and some from those who never could qualify. The book really motivated me and got me excited about the race. It was only five months away and I wanted to really do well.

I felt a great sense of accomplishment from my first marathon but knew The Boston would be my last. I didn’t really like being so skinny and the mental toll of having to run so many miles a week was tough. That said, I figured I would try to lose the 8 or 10 more pounds recommended for elite marathon runners with my height. Again, it would suck being that skinny, but my marathon time would be one I could hang my hat on and be really proud of. I dreaded the thought of training for another year to run The Boston in a descent time. I was only going to take one shot at the race so for 5 more months, I was going to absolutely stick to the hard training and meager diet.

A month more into my training, I was really feeling great. The running had become fun again and the diet was working. I only weighed myself every other week and at the end of 4 weeks I had already lost 4 of the 8 pounds I was trying to loose. At 148 pounds, my knees didn’t hurt after long runs and my times were getting better. I was starting to feel very confident that my Boston marathon time would be great. At the same time, Courtney’s training was going well too. She always wore baggy clothes around the house but even in them, I could tell she had put on a bit more weight. Her face had become even more full as well.

Courtney always asked me about my training and it was easy to understand. I could tell her how far and how fast I was running. It was an easy gauge and even a non runner could make sense of the numbers. As far as her training though, I had no idea how she was progressing. So one Thursday night after dinner, I told C I was proud of her dedication and wanted to know if she would mind me going to the gym with her on Saturday. She hesitated at first and then said, “Sure honey, it’ll be fun. I’ll pick up a guest pass for you tomorrow.”
For some reason, the more Courtney thought about it, the more excited she got about my field trip to her gym. She had ridden a bike behind me during some of my runs and had watched my marathon race. Unfortunately, I had never even watched her work out. There was no competition that I knew of in her future so this was a chance for my wife to show me the sport she now had developed such a passion for.

That night in bed, Courtney, still excited about me wanting to go with her to the gym, began to massage my penis. I immediately got excited as it had been almost a month since we last had sex. She wasn’t holding out on me but our schedules just didn’t click and either she or I had been too tired over the last several weeks. We just hadn’t been timing each other well like we had so often in the past. Within a couple minutes, Courtney plunged her head under the covers and began to give me head. As always, it was amazing and I was getting very close to climaxing. I told her to slow down so I’d have something left for her. She said, “No honey, I want to wait till Saturday for that.” Seemed like a good answer so I enjoyed her warm, moist mouth massaging my member for a few more minutes. Finally, I could hold it no more and I began to cum. Courtney just kept on sucking and swallowed every last drop. Even as I laid back in total relaxation, my wife continued licking up any semen she initially missed. Within minutes I was fast asleep with Courtney at my side.

Friday morning arrived and I headed off for work. It was a normal day I guess. A little work, a light lunch and a few text messages with Courtney. Soon enough, the end of the work day came and I headed for home for some power gel and a nice run. When I walked into the bedroom, there was an outfit laying on the bed and a note from Courtney. It read, “Honey, I picked up a workout outfit for you to wear tomorrow. Try it on and make sure it fits.” My wife loved to Color Coordinate us so I was sure she probably had her own matching set. It wasn’t bad though, it was a pair of black wind pants and a light blue long sleeved dri-fit shirt. I tried the pants on first. They were loose but they had a drawstring which I could tighten all the way to make them fit. The shirt on the other hand was a large. I still hadn’t told her that I was now wearing a size medium shirt. Luckily, she bought the outfit at the sporting goods store down the street, so I knew I could go exchange the shirt.

I headed down to the store and walked into the workout gear section. After a few minutes of searching, I couldn’t find the same outfit. Luckily, a cute girl who worked at the store was walking buy so I asked her for some help. Sure enough, she led me right to the area that had the same shirts. “opular color.” The girl said to me. “What do you mean?” I said. “Oh nothing.” She replied, “Just a really buff woman was in here earlier today buying this same color outfit for herself and her husband. If you run into a really well built woman and her man wearing this color outfit, you’ll know where they got them.” I laughed at the comment and thanked the girl for her help. I was too embarrassed to tell her that I was the husband.

With the medium shirt in hand, I walked to the front counter to make the shirt exchange. A young boy, probably 16 or 17 was behind the register. I placed the shirts on his counter and asked him to make the exchange. He asked what the reason for the exchange was. I told him that my wife had been in earlier today and purchased the wrong sized shirt. The explanation was sound and he started to do the exchange. Sure enough, after several minutes, he still couldn’t hit the right buttons to check me out properly. He got on the PA system and asked for help at the front. As I expected, the cute girl who had helped me a few minutes earlier walked up to the front.

The young boy then explained to the girl, Erin, that my wife had purchased the shirt for me earlier in the day and I needed a smaller size. Erin immediately put her hand over her mouth in a state of shock, looked at me and said, “That woman is your wife.” I nodded yes. Erin then said, “I’m so sorry if I offended you earlier, it’s just that, well, I would have never put you two together ya know, I just figured she would be married to some huge bodybuilder or something.” “Don’t worry about it,” I said, “She is in a little better shape than I am, so, honest mistake.”

At that point, the light in the head of the young boy finally turned on and he too realized who the woman was that purchased the shirts a few hours earlier. He had less smarts than Erin and looked up at me and said, “Man, the hot bodybuilder chick is your wife? Can she like um kick you ass?” Erin immediately slapped him and told him to be quiet. I laughed slightly and said, “Well, she is pretty damn strong, but no, she can’t kick my but.” He didn’t know when to shut up and replied “Oh that’s cool, that’s just crazy though man cause she’s pretty big and your ya know, kind of skinny.” Again I laughed and patiently let Erin complete the transaction.

On the drive home, I realized that we were becoming a bit on an odd couple. My wife was becoming big enough to have random store clerks marvel at her size. While I had lost enough weight that a 16 year old kid is calling me skinny. I was happy with Courtney but starting to become quite self conscious about my weight. Keeping to The Boston marathon plan was in place but I did yearn to gain back some weight.

As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed that C was home. I knew I would have to come up with a story on why I was out. Once parked, I grabbed the shirt and headed inside. Sure enough, Courtney was in the bedroom waiting for me. I said, “Hey babe, good to see you.” And leaned in and gave her a kiss while also grabbing her right arm. It was solid as a rock and felt really large. C kissed me for a few seconds and then asked me what was up with the shirt. I thanked her for the shirt but told her it had a small rip in it and I had to exchange it. She seemed convinced by the fib and wanted me to try it on.

I took off my current shirt and threw on the new dri-fit shirt. “erfect.” Courtney said, “A little loose in the sleeves, but otherwise, it fits pretty well hey babe?” “Yep.” I replied, “Good fit honey.” She seemed happy that the shirt fit pretty well. Even in the medium size though, my arms did little to fill out the sleeves. The running and meager diet I was on stripped me of all my bodyfat, which Courtney loved, but it also stripped away pounds of muscle. Since the object of my training was to loose a lot of weight to make the running much easier, every extra ounce of fat and muscle had to go.

Courtney wanted to get an early start in the morning and it was obvious she was excited to have me go with her to the gym. We threw in a movie and relaxed on the couch. As usual, C was wearing some baggy sweats and I was as well. While watching a movie, I was getting very hot sitting next to C. She was like a furnace and was giving off a lot of heat. I asked her if she was hot. Courtney said, “Ya. I’m always hot lately, it must be the training or my supplements or something.” I replied, “Maybe it’s the extra muscle you’ve put on babe, I used to be hot all the time when I weighed 195 pounds but now at 148, I’m usually chilly.”

Courtney seemed to be surprised at the comment and said, “You’re down to 148 honey? I can’t even remember being that light.” She followed that up and said, “Babe, I’m really proud of the commitment you’re making to this whole running and marathon thing. I brag about you all the time at the gym.” Courtney then leaned in and we started making out. I reached around my wife to hold her tightly. Her back was solid as a rock and I could feel small and medium bulges on it. I was still awestruck by little things like that and immediately got aroused. Courtney then leaned away slowly, said, “tomorrow honey, tomorrow.” and went off to bed before we got intimate.

Still sitting on the couch, I started thinking about our Gym Date the next day. I was excited to see her in the gym the next morning but also started to become very nervous. I hadn’t so much as lifted a weight in almost two years and had also dropped 45 pounds of bodyweight. The more I thought about it, the more my stomach started to become uneasy. Not only was I going to be with my wife, who I knew was stronger than I, I also was going to be surrounded by a gym full of buff folks. Oh well I thought, there was nothing I could do about it now. After 30 minutes watching Sports Center, I headed to bed excited and nervous about the following day...