Beautiful on the inside

I mean really, just look at that strong jawline and beautiful brain housing group. Like many beautiful things, this is also a little fuckered up. I don't know anything about anything, but Satu explained to me that those ones that look like top hats are supposed to look like squares, and the one at the bottom that looks like it is sharp and poking into something is actually sharp and poking into something.
This is the source of much of my sweetheart's constant pain. When I say constant, I mean every second for the last 20 years, no matter what, various levels of pain that she just deals with because she doesn't like to take too much Advil. Really, there are still a few people that strong in the world. Well, at least one person, I suspect that she is her own category.

Lately we have been working out together in spite of all the injury that Satu deals with, it drives her crazy to sit on the sidelines. I have been trying to get to the second level of Insanity for a year. Usually, I get through the first month, but can't quite drag myself through the level 2 workouts and I have to give up for a while. Satu, who has never worked out in her life, just tossed aside the beginner program I bought her and jumped right in the deep end with me. She figured work around angles for things that her fused spine and cramped wrists won't do and gets through the workouts much better than I did the first three times I worked through the level. Her participation means that I spend about 50% less time face down on the floor too, so that she doesn't think I am weak.

Satu is one of those folks with great genes who has always been slender and fit. It is a new thing for her to have limits, and I must say that it's kind of impressive to watch her just keep going and going and going. I just hope that she can let herself heal enough and give herself the same kind of love and acceptance that she has always shown me when I am pushing too hard or too fast for my own good.