Have you ever visited a blog for “a quick sec” and found yourself there more than an hour later? That’s what happened to me a few days ago as I was browsing through the great posts that Stacey shares on her blog, Newlywed Survival. One that got me thinking was her post Working Out with your Spouse.
I don’t know about you, but I prefer NOT to work out with my husband. My husband plays rugby and does CrossFit. I like yoga and walking. Our preferences are too different, they don’t mesh for work outs.
Let me tell you about the ONLY time we worked out together. We were training for a 5K to benefit the National Kidney Foundation. This was when we lived in Florida, long before The Boy was born. Each morning we would wake more than an hour earlier than we normally would and run together. It was not a good time. For me, anyway. I hated being up that early, running on the street in the dark, but that’s the best time to run outside in Florida.
I have a runners stride, way back in high school I was a member of the cross country and the track and field teams. The Texan isn’t a runner for running, he’s a runner for rugby or football. Anyhow, We were running about 2 miles each morning to get ready for the race. The route we ran was flat, and boring. There was not much to see. But there was a wonderful smell. At first, I could not identify what it was. The further I ran, the more awake I was. And, my senses were awakening, too. I realized that the smell was Krispy Kreme donuts.
No. We never ran to the Krispy Kreme shop. Though it was tempting.
After the third day, the stench of Krispy Kreme was enough to make you gag. To me, it began to smell like chicken soup.
To this day, I haven’t eaten either.
Do you work out with your spouse? What is the experience like for you?