My hubbies birthday was yesterday. He doesn’t really
celebrate or care for his birthdays at all (as mentioned before). Ended up
getting him a cake and that was it!
After dinner, while we were watching TV he says something
about “having done his calisthenics in the morning”. “you did what now?”
Apparently he decided he needs to get fitter and started doing push-ups and
curls and stretches and that kind of stuff. “Good for you baby, you should of
waited for me so I could spot your sit-ups”. Notice I did not mention in any way me doing those kind of
torture exercises!
It seems like a good timing to mention that my flexibility is
in the lines of Sheldon's:
I left the conversation drop, avoiding the soreness of the
topic. And then TV blasts with the premiere of a new TV show called “Strong”.
Thanks a bunch Sylvester Stallone and NBC! Hubbie does not watch reality tv! Or
at least he claims not to. But he didn’t change the channel and started
watching. At this point I starting fearing repercussions of such an exposure to
exercise, effort and will.
And then the inevitable happened… He got me doing sit-ups
and push-ups and stretches… And the promise that we would start doing them every
day! NOOOOOO! Maybe it is a passing fancy and he forgets all about it by this afternoon…
Or he won’t and I have to prepare for some more exercising non-existent
muscles. Not sore today, which was a nice surprise in the morning! Not going to
tell him tough, or the number of sequences and repeats will raise
exponentially!
Wish me luck…
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