This is something I really never thought would happen, seeing as he says, "you do all the un-fun stuff..like abs...lunges..", all the time. And he's right, I'm an un-fun gym rat who sweats a lot and doesn't talk to anyone. Guilty! However, to force myself to do the chest and arms(the muscle groups I find to be the MOST boring), he has agreed to let me work in with him on the weekends. He's a sweetie like that.
Anyway, a few Saturdays ago, in the midst of bench-pressing, I started noticing him taking a weird resemblance to someone. He knows everyone, and because of that he is constantly throwing up a hand, or saying, "hey!" with a grin. It took me a few moments but then I had it!
But without the flowers.
Or a crown.
OR annoying sash.
And I can't say that those sleeves would allow for mighty flexing.
SO what I'm sayin' is... I workout with Mr. America, and by default, that makes me Mrs. America.
Go ahead. Take it all in.
I must say, since this discovery was made, some things have changed around here.....
-I think about ironing his shirts.
(But I'm certain Mrs. America would have someone do this for her, and so do I. Mr. America.)
-I wipe the sweat off of the gym equipment before he uses it.
(Technically it's my sweat, and I generally just rub my entire body across it and the problem seems to take care of itself.)
-I no longer wait impatiently as someone(no doubt an admirer) strikes up a conversation with Mr. America DURING a set. I mean, I can't blame them.
(I smile off into space, counting the beads of sweat rolling down my back, and imagine that 'this is how Jackie O must have felt'.)
- I accept the fact that people of Mr. America's popularity cannot be expected to offer a good "spot", and in return I don't do much dumbbell work on chest/arm days.
(I still can't remember how many times I rep'd 65lb pullovers that day, but it did mess up a perky ponytail.)
All games aside, I'm proud to be married to such a good man :).
Love,
StillNotIroningCowLady
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