Steve v5.0

Like this- but she's skinny and a lot younger, I'm not, and there was snow.

My wife and I trudged hand-in-hand to the gym this morning.  Why the hand-holding? Partly because of endearment to one another, partly to share warmth, and partly to steady each other on snowy/icy streets.  It was an incredibly slick walk this morning.

Bonus- it was just damn cute.

We also had the gym entirely to ourselves which was a lot of fun. Not only did we each go through a decently strenuous workout together, it was a playful workout- poking fun at each other and making faces, goofy flexing, and just stuff I wouldn’t do with anyone else in the room. Good times.

You know what?   That’s the way everything should be at one time or another. Maybe not silly-goofy fun but just a genuine enjoyable time during which you accomplish something.

Pushing weights doesn’t have to be this herculean grunt-fest of testosterone laced sweat during which I’m poised contorted in a Marquis De Sade contraption, grimacing a toothy grin more apropos a fiber-deficient diet or childbirth- pushing, pushing, pushing through the burn and strain until the sweet release of that last rep washes away all the angst and disgust resulting from a day chained to a desk belonging to a soul-less corporation in a cube farm tended by a heartless self-loathing miscreant whose credo is “Suck up to the Man” and focuses all his efforts on stealing your talent.  (Whew!  Where did that come from?)  No, NAY!  It should be fun.  Exercise can/should be enjoyable, playful even.

I think I’ll schedule more play dates with my wife at the gym.  It’s a good time for a good workout.