Back in the days when I was young, I used to insist on suffering through grueling workouts thinking the most important thing was to get result. I would love to report that with age I’ve finally realized the nonsense of it all but no, I am still the same, hence, this previous post: Workout that delivers: 30 min hit.
“In fact, there’s nothing I hate more than wasting an hour at the gym moving around like a chicken in labor.”
My husband is the contrary. As proof, one of our many, annoying “discussions” on the subject:
Me: “Well, honey have you joined the gym class you were talking about?”
Hubby: “No, I have a couple of friends who want to join so I am waiting for them?”
Me: “Why? You don’t have to wait for your friends. Go ahead and enroll. They can join later if they want.”
He looked at me like you would a vicious water snake.
Hubby: “No, it is more fun in group!”
Me: “This is exercise. Not a summer picnic!”
He chose not to answer. Naturally, nothing gets me going more than hubby not answering. So I pressed on, thinking falsely that victory is near.
Me: “Plus, when you go with people you have to be nice, you have to make conversations, say hi and bye and inquire about them even if you don’t give a damn. And then when you’re done you can’t just disappear you have to let them know even at the risk of having some of them follow you all the way to the bus station just because they’re going the same direction.” (Insert rolled eyes emoji here).
This time he sincerely looked puzzled. I could actually hear his brains cells trying to process that last piece of info. Had I said the same thing on a first date, I probably would have never heard from him ever again. The last time he was this shocked was when he realized house chores were not my forte.
When he finally answered. It looked like this:
Hubby: “I see…when was the last time you showed up at your “favorite” kickboxing class?”
The double-headed snake!!! Trying to get back at me for helping him get results. I felt betrayed and vindicated because, well, he was right! I couldn’t even begin to answer that question even if I wanted because truth is, it is been a long, long time I have set foot in that class. It was clear I wasn’t going to win round.
Me: “Well, for your information, I am planning on going back next week…..(insert head in sand emoji here).”
Hubby: “I see…but wait! Didn’t you say the same thing last week?”
Most people would have taken this as a sign they lost the battle but not me. Being a Libra, I am predisposed to ignore signs of danger in the pursuit of enlightening others. It ain’t over until I make a fool of myself. Please, don’t judge me. Some would call me a sore loser. Well, one person did. It was dear husband.
Me: “Touche! Well, you do whatever you want. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
This sentence must have been uttered by every sore loser on the planet while they are lamely scurrying away for cover. While I was trying to digest my burning defeat, the cold-hearted man finished me with that last sentence.
Hubby: “Well, I have no interest in self-torture so if you’ll excuse me I’ll go and play some video game.”
As you can see if dear husband is not having a lot of fun while exercising and I mean a whole lot of it, he won’t do it. Which brings me to workout personality. I know for myself when it comes to working out, if I am not suffering, I am not happy. I don’t feel like I am working out if I am not sweating like a pig. If I am not bitching before a training session, I am not happy either. In fact, there is nothing I hate more than wasting an hour at the gym moving around like a chicken in labor.
Of course, the downside of that is I don’t show up if I don’t feel like 100 percent, which would explain why I’ve been missing in action at the gym for weeks now. Not good. Not good at all. There may be a grain of truth in what the man is saying after all….
What about you dear readers? What’s your workout personality? How does it differ from people around you?
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