Working Out is Working

"Have fun!" This is what my husband always says when I am heading out the door to the YMCA to ride the stationary bike and lift weights.
Fun? If you think working out is fun -- you need to get out more. Working out is healthy; working out is energizing; working out is stress relief, but fun?
I think of the bicycle/weight routine as a visit to the dentist. You know you need to do it, but you don't expect to enjoy it.
I'm not talking about an activity you do for pleasure which happens to involve physical exertion. I'm not talking about tennis, or soccer, or hiking. I'm talking about working out because you know its good for you.
Judging from what other people do when they are working out, I'd say I have a lot of company. At the Y one gentleman makes horrible faces when he lifts weights. Another grunts HUHHH! Another gets on the machine and just sits, staring into space. I suppose he is working up courage.
None of these guys really bother me, but I had a hard time tuning out the fellow next to me on the bike the last time I went. Please, please, people. Do not sing along with your Ipod. You don't sound nearly as cool as you think you do.
Workouts are not fun. Having worked out - to be finished for the day - is fun.

Pink Underwear for Him - NO!

There is a note written in permanent marker on our washing machine: DO NOT EVER WASH LIGHTS WITH DARKS! PLEASE!

Who would be dumb enough to wash lights with darks? Who would have to write a note on the washing machine?

Answer one – me. Answer two – my husband.

I am not allowed to wash his clothes any more (I’m not complaining, just stating facts.) He had pink underwear one too many times.

I can't multitask. Or rather I can't multitask without disaster. For example, I almost let the bathtub run over (I was running from the TV to the tub because a movie was on that I wanted to see.) I don’t remember the details – why I would try to take a bath and watch TV in another room at the same time, but I was. When the soaking wet cat streaked through the living room, I went to check. My cat, Peter, loved to watch the water run into the tub. He had been watching this version of kitty entertainment when he fell in. He wasn’t hurt, just mad.