One little aspect of doing workouts with my wife (and by “with” I mean in the same garage gym, often on the same day) is that I have been able to get some minor “I Told You So” joy from seeing my experiences unfold again through her.
Case in point, the moans. When you’ve had a good workout for a muscle group, abs for instance, you know it the next day. Sometimes you know it the same day. And you ALWAYS share this knowledge by moaning, gasping, wincing or grunting in some caveperson dialect only accessible to the recently gung ho. She did abs yesterday, and all I heard for a couple hours as I was working on a pastel piece in my office was an occasional moan and “oh, my abs” floating down the hallway from the living room or from her office.
I told you so.
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For the record, Sunday I did legs and recumbent bike. Monday I did back and biceps, and the bike. Yesterday all I did was play a couple rounds of hacky sack but that got my heart rate up nicely and procurred a light sweat so I called it my cardio. Shh, don’t tell my bike.
Tonight should be shoulders and forearms, which is always a fun workout for me. Will try and get a 1/2 hour of biking in as well, since I’m still working up to 45 minutes after such a long break from any sort of cardio. Tomorrow night will be calves and traps, and then Friday will be chest and triceps again. (Noah, you’re welcome to come over for any of these, of course. No excuses on triceps this time though, you pansy!)
I am thinking I should come over Friday. Now that you called me out, I will look like a pansy if I don’t show up.