Yesterday, my husband’s hour with our personal trainer, Bill, fell right before my hour, so we overlapped (I was a bit early, they were running a bit late) for about 5 minutes.
While I waited, I started warming up on the rowing machine.
Bill and my husband decided it would be fun if we (the hubs and I) did interval training on the rowing machines together.
Let’s just put it this way:
I killed it.
My husband was surprised at my fervor and speed.
“This is how she is every week,” Bill said. (It’s true).
To be fair, my husband had just finished an hour-long workout whereas I had spent the previous hour sitting on our couch revising my novel. But still, he had a hard time keeping up with me.
After 15 minutes of interval training on the rowing machine, the hubs headed to the showers and Bill and I started my workout. I’ll put it this way:
I was so fatigued I could not benchpress two 25-LB weights. Bill had to physically lift my arms for me.
Later, at home, we talked about what we’re going to do after Bill moves away in about a month. We don’t want to lose what we’ve gained by working with him.
“We could work out together,” I ventured. Sounds fun, doesn’t it?