I am leaving the house with my Ipod and my sneakers. My husband says,“Have fun at the gym.” I glare at him and then roll my eyes. I come home later, sweaty and exhausted. He looks up from the sofa smiling happily, “Did you have fun,” he asks?
I explain to him once again that the gym is not “fun” anymore than doing the dishes, or rotating the tires on the car, or cleaning out the cat liter box. It’s just something that has to be done for basic maintenance on my body. The next day we repeat this verbal exercise, and the next, and the next, ad nauseam.
Since my daughter has started getting off work at 9 she and I have been going together for a last half hour of cardio after she gets home. My husband and I do our stupid conversation again as I go out the door. As my girl and I walked to the car she said,
“I'm so tired. I’d rather have someone stab me in the eye with a stick than exercise tonight.”
I replied, “Root canal sounds good to me.”
We staggered in the door at 11 and my husband smiles cheerily from the couch where he has been sitting watching TV the entire time we were gone. “Did you have fun at the gym?’
I am just too exhausted to play the game, so I smile and deadpan, “Yes dear, it was great.”
You need to readjust your attitude. In the proper mindframe, exercise can be fun--especially when you're working off some rage.
ReplyDeletePersonally, I miss the rush you get after a good workout. It's mildly addictive.
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