“Gail, will you work out with me tonight?” he asks. “It’s just, you know, we bought these tapes and you said you’d do them with me and it’s cardio tonight and…”
Every ounce of me that’s been pummeled by a week with shoot after shoot on top of a day job on top of an overwhelming urge to sneak into my PJs and eat ice cream screams no, but I relent.
“Yesssssssssss…Fine. I’ll do it.”
“Awesome! You’re the best wife ever. Seriously, you are. Like, just the best wife ever. You know that right?”
And so it is that my husband is easy to please in this department, thoroughly enjoying those 60 minutes we spend together sweating it out most every night of the week. And so it is I relish the way that, when I don’t think I can do one more stinking wimpy girl push-up, when I’m screaming at the TV screen “I HATE YOU TONY HORTON,” when he hears me and says in return, “Babe you can do it….just give it one more try. Push yourself,” I fall in love with Nick all over again.
That, my friends, is why I let an insane workout routine called P90x into my house.
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by Gail Werner
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