Piddly Start – Day One ~~ Sat., Feb. 6, 2011
Husband brings wife's tennies to town (where I care for my mother during the week), but has to drag me awake ---after two (okay, three) lovely Jameson-rocks at the club last night.
While I can’t quite bring myself to fink out on Day One, I feel obligated (happily so) to pull my lazy body out of bed when the restless farmer waits at the curb, after coffee with the “boys,” already worrying about ice on the tank and thirsty livestock--- After all, I promised we’d do this together.
Funny, this may be the first goal-oriented, teamwork project we've done together in our whole marriage (except the children, family gatherings, movies with friends, weddings, funerals, painting rooms, and an occasional all-night jigwaw puzzle mania). Not that we haven’t supported and cheered each other on in our many separate endeavors, and brought home tales to share, …but this is a late-in-the-day bonding event for us in the 39th year of our marriage. Suddenly, we both have this very same important work to do.
So we stand before the door of the local fitness center.
No, I won't take pictures.
We’ll both weigh in...trauma enough.
After punching in the door code, we log in at 9:25 am and have the place to ourselves. After turning lights on and shedding coats, husband invites wife into the empty men's locker room to see the motivational posters on the wall...bodacious babes, scantily dressed, quite sweaty - but making sweat look sleek and silky---luckily not a scratch 'n' sniff poster....
No posters in the ladies' locker room...but in the lobby, there's a poster of the hind ends of twelve livestock animals, no, eleven, and the last picture shows a slim-bottomed runner - human and fit – gigantic title of the poster: BUTTS ARE GROSS!
Guess that's the unisex motivational poster.
Husband did half a mile on the treadmill. Wife went from treadmill to elliptical, to the chair-ab thing. A tiny start. But a start.
…and out the door again at 9:45 am. Impressive.
While I can’t quite bring myself to fink out on Day One, I feel obligated (happily so) to pull my lazy body out of bed when the restless farmer waits at the curb, after coffee with the “boys,” already worrying about ice on the tank and thirsty livestock--- After all, I promised we’d do this together.
Funny, this may be the first goal-oriented, teamwork project we've done together in our whole marriage (except the children, family gatherings, movies with friends, weddings, funerals, painting rooms, and an occasional all-night jigwaw puzzle mania). Not that we haven’t supported and cheered each other on in our many separate endeavors, and brought home tales to share, …but this is a late-in-the-day bonding event for us in the 39th year of our marriage. Suddenly, we both have this very same important work to do.
So we stand before the door of the local fitness center.
No, I won't take pictures.
We’ll both weigh in...trauma enough.
After punching in the door code, we log in at 9:25 am and have the place to ourselves. After turning lights on and shedding coats, husband invites wife into the empty men's locker room to see the motivational posters on the wall...bodacious babes, scantily dressed, quite sweaty - but making sweat look sleek and silky---luckily not a scratch 'n' sniff poster....
No posters in the ladies' locker room...but in the lobby, there's a poster of the hind ends of twelve livestock animals, no, eleven, and the last picture shows a slim-bottomed runner - human and fit – gigantic title of the poster: BUTTS ARE GROSS!
Guess that's the unisex motivational poster.
Husband did half a mile on the treadmill. Wife went from treadmill to elliptical, to the chair-ab thing. A tiny start. But a start.
…and out the door again at 9:45 am. Impressive.
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