I forced him to take aCrossFitclass with me andif Im being honestit was kind of the worst.
Weve called it cult-y and dismissed the Paleo diet at the same time.
Or maybe because it’s the polar opposite of what I like to do for exercise.
Suddenly, things got interesting.
Since he loves me, he (unenthusiastically) agreed.
Spoiler: It was a veritable nightmare, but Im kind of glad we did it.
Upon arrival, a perky employee sporting a fitspiration tank that read, I hate running, greets us.
We fill out our computer-generated dont-sue-us waivers and scramble to learn the lingo.
OK, those Im actually kind of into, I thought, because Im actually a 14-year-old boy.
But it was time to get my mind out of the gutter and get ourWODon.
We just completed the warm-up and hes pissed at me.
This date is going well.
Myarms are shakingsans a single added pound, but the instructor encourages me to add more weight.
Our job is to do eight sets ofsquatswith overhead lifts followed bybox jumpswith kettlebells, one minute per exercise.
My back is killing me.
The only thing we can sync up on is mulling over a snack from the vending machine.
We’re probably missing a real learning moment here, but I’m too bleary-eyed to see that.
The final 15 minutes of class are devoted to a circuit ofjump rope,burpees, and sit-ups.
I realize that Ive forgotten deodorant but Ive also stopped caring about anything.
Could Nate possibly find me attractive?
I honestly cant think of a better judge for how much he truly loves me for me.
The CrossFit bug bites a lot of folks after their first class.
I am not one of those people.
And neither is my husband.
I didnt puke and my marriage is still in tact, SO Im counting this as an overall success.
We didn’t need to put ourselves through physical and relationship paces to prove anything.
In the meantime, my vows for sickness and in health will no longer include deadlifts.
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