I was at the gym today where my wife works as a fitness instructor.
It was only day #1 this week for exercise, and it is Saturday. My wife, I am sure, is not happy about this.
Now, granted, I have some grace in the matter as I had a colonoscopy this week. Unfortunately I was deficient the last two weeks as well. I suppose I'm running out of excuses. It is a surreal place, being the husband of an incredibly talented personal trainer.
It's no secret that my wife kicks my tail in the gym. She completely dominates me. I am not out of shape, but I'm not fit like a Spartan as my wife is either. The other day, I could hear her on the other side of the gym, galloping on the treadmill for nearly an hour. Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump. I wish I could assure you that she took an easy jog for that length of time-ha! It was more like a steady sprint! For an hour!
Now here I am, poking along and getting winded after a half hour on machines and wanting to go home.
I try desperately hard not to use being busy as an excuse for occasional lapses in my fitness agenda. I try hard mainly because I will receive a beating from my lovely wife. That's right....a beating. All the single folks reading this may shake their heads and think I'm 'whipped', but married men know exactly what I'm talking about. It's not in any book about marriage that I've read, but I tell you that beatings quickly follow "I do". Nobody warned me of this. Now, I try to find ways to avoid these episodes.
I may not always feel like exercising, but I never feel like a beating.
So it was on this day that I sweated, grunted, pumped iron, ran laps, and sweated all the more.
After getting started, I looked at my wife as she was working, and admired her strength and beauty. Beatings or not, she had something to teach me. This is her gift. I asked her to help me-to show me the way. I mean how many people can get personal training for free?
Know what? I feel better. I feel healthier. I will be able to sleep soundly tonight...that is if I'm not knocked out cold first.
(Artwork above by your truly)
It was only day #1 this week for exercise, and it is Saturday. My wife, I am sure, is not happy about this.
Now, granted, I have some grace in the matter as I had a colonoscopy this week. Unfortunately I was deficient the last two weeks as well. I suppose I'm running out of excuses. It is a surreal place, being the husband of an incredibly talented personal trainer.
It's no secret that my wife kicks my tail in the gym. She completely dominates me. I am not out of shape, but I'm not fit like a Spartan as my wife is either. The other day, I could hear her on the other side of the gym, galloping on the treadmill for nearly an hour. Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump. I wish I could assure you that she took an easy jog for that length of time-ha! It was more like a steady sprint! For an hour!
Now here I am, poking along and getting winded after a half hour on machines and wanting to go home.
I try desperately hard not to use being busy as an excuse for occasional lapses in my fitness agenda. I try hard mainly because I will receive a beating from my lovely wife. That's right....a beating. All the single folks reading this may shake their heads and think I'm 'whipped', but married men know exactly what I'm talking about. It's not in any book about marriage that I've read, but I tell you that beatings quickly follow "I do". Nobody warned me of this. Now, I try to find ways to avoid these episodes.
I may not always feel like exercising, but I never feel like a beating.
So it was on this day that I sweated, grunted, pumped iron, ran laps, and sweated all the more.
After getting started, I looked at my wife as she was working, and admired her strength and beauty. Beatings or not, she had something to teach me. This is her gift. I asked her to help me-to show me the way. I mean how many people can get personal training for free?
Know what? I feel better. I feel healthier. I will be able to sleep soundly tonight...that is if I'm not knocked out cold first.
(Artwork above by your truly)
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