I'm not sure this is a true statement...
Some people really enjoy sweating with their significant
other…I mean working out together. They say it’s a bonding experience, fun and
motivating. Couples who work out together, stay together is a saying we joke
about when we see fit couples together at the gym. Of course, we also feel the
need to razz them and comment. They’re friends so they usually just roll their
eyes.
(This is a picture of my husband, isn't he hot?
That's me below)
Slightly distracted...I personally find it to be none of the things mentioned
above and it doesn’t work out for us at all.
We’ve really only formally worked out twice together over
the course of a gazillion years. While vacationing, we’ll workout in the same
hotel gym doing our own thing, arrive and leave together but that’s about all
the interaction that takes place.
The very first time, I surprised him on a Saturday several
years ago and had a workout scheduled in advance with our friend, Jen. I said,
“Come work out with me. It’ll be really fun!” Jen is a kick your ass kind of
trainer and creative when it comes to exercise.
The first problem… it was an hour, he bitched the whole
time and said he would never work out with me again. In all fairness, he wasn’t
in the shape he’s in now. It definitely became a joke at the gym, as we were
never seen there at the same time ever again. “They don’t work out together,
ever!” We agreed that he would, again, do his thing and I would do mine, and
never our paths should cross.
By the way, he does work out with Jen on his own in the
evening and I affectionately call it “his time”. He’s an ex-athlete with all
sorts of aches and pains (errrr, excuses), so she tailors the time to his likes
and needs. Works out pretty smoothly.
So, this leads into the second time we’ve worked out with
Jen together more than 7 years later. It was yesterday afternoon…
Actually, I was the one who encroached on his personal
time with Jen. I asked if he would mind if I joined them. What else was he
going to say but “sure”? I suppose I didn’t leave him much choice in the matter
other than looking like a meanie if he said no.
Unbeknownst to him, I texted Jen to check it out; was it
okay with her plans? Her response, “Are you sure it’s okay with Rusty?” She
fully remembers last time. I told her he said it was fine but I had a big question
and I asked him the same one…”Is it going to be a weenie workout?” What I mean
by that is he does a lot of exercises to supplement his golf game and it’s too
passive for me. Both he and Jen said it wouldn’t be weenie.
Text from Jen right before we arrive…”This is going to be
a really fun one!” I anticipate a problem from the minute I see these words. We
have different definitions of what’s fun as it pertains to fitness. I choose not to tell him.
Yesterday officially became the last day we will work out
together. One of us liked it because it was challenging and exhausting. The
other one didn’t for the same reasons. I’m sure you can guess who is who.
However, I'm afraid this is the reality of us...
And just because I love this....
