Life legitimately hates me. Okay, so it’s more like life is that annoying kid in preschool who chewed on your favorite red crayon, but still. Life is messing with me either way.
Remember yesterday when I said I wasn’t doing anything until the snow melted. I was super excited about having an excuse to do nothing but stare out the window, ya know? Well, the snow immediately started to melt. At this point, I am going to refrain from ever making such bold statements about being lazy ever again. Life likes to publicly mock me and make me get up and do things.
After I took an inappropriate amount of time to mourn the loss of my beloved snow, I finally got a ton of stuff done. That’s actually a lie. I still didn’t do that much. I washed some dishes and then made dinner and created a whole new batch of dirty dishes. Vicious cycle. Anyway, after Maddux went to bed Ryne explained to me that it was time to work out. Um. Hold up. He must be siding with life. I said I didn’t really want to do anything, and clearly neither of them were paying attention. Even though I asked y’all for some good workouts yesterday, I still had it in the back of my mind that snow day = rest day. Ryne didn’t agree.
We ended up doing the same upper body workout we completed last week, and I did even better. Next week, I’ll get to go up in weight. Thug status. That means I’ll have to do 20 lb dumbbell curls, which will be 100 percent laughable.
As we were working out, I realized that I was extremely glad he
forced me politely asked me to work out with him. When it comes to fitness, you really should marry up. Ryne is my fitter half, and I’m okay with it.
When we work out together, we are totally besties. I spot him, he spots me. I encourage him, he encourages me. Picture birds flying in the window and resting on the Olympic bar, deer flocking from miles around to watch us complete our rows, and a cute little chipmunk in the corner singing “We are the Champions”. That’s how harmonious it can be up in our gym. It’s like if Disney met Crossfit. I’m totally joking. We argue in there just like we argue anywhere else. But the fact is, we push each other to work out. And that’s a great thing. I like knowing that being active will always be a priority for us because it’s something we agree on completely.
Think about it. People always encourage couples to discuss serious “issues” before marriage: kids, religion, if they’d pull the plug on each other… you know, the usual stuff. They rarely tell you to discuss fitness. Luckily for me, I met Ryne right around the time I wanted to make some changes when it came to my health. If we didn’t share those interests, our relationship would have been much different in the long run. To top it all off, I might not have become as passionate about remaining active as I did. So, yeah, I’m totally glad I married up.
I also know we are perfect for each other because he doesn’t stop me from eating all of the good chunks out of the icecream. That would have been a deal-breaker. What about y’all? What are your non-negotiables when it comes to relationships?