This post is sponsored by FitFluential on Behalf of Propel. I was compensated and all opinions are my own.
Good morning! As y’all may remember, I’ve been working to complete monthly fitness challenges chosen by Propel. This month was all about getting sweaty with people who love you enough to ignore how gross you are. That’s right, your friends are there for you no matter how much you smell. A few weeks ago, I went on a trail run with a few of my favorites. This time, I chose to tackle a stair workout with my husband.
That’s right. I suckered him into a morning workout just like I suckered him into marrying me. I’m getting really good at this. The one thing I haven’t mastered? Getting him to be enthusiastic about selfies. One day, old man, one day.
Our workout history is totally hot and cold. We ran together for a while, but I tended to want to run longer distances while he wanted to whoop my butt with speed workouts. We tried lifting together, but our home gym is just too small for two people to comfortably move around. The one thing we always agree on is a new challenge. He came with me for a SUP workout, because it was totally new to both of us. I think that’s the key for our fitness relationship to work: excitement. We are much more likely to enjoy ourselves when it’s difficult or new for both of us. When one of us can clearly beat the other, it’s not as fun. We might be a tad too competitive and I might happen to be a sore loser. Yes, that was me willingly admitting that I always lose, Ryne. Mark that one down because it will never happen again.
Anyway, our workout took place at the amphitheater by the river. Such good scenery, don’t you think? Ignore the stairs of death.
We were sweating before we even got started. It was ridiculously hot out, so we took a Propel break before coming up with a game plan for the workout. Any excuse for a delicious hydration break, am I right? I just tried the Cranberry Lime for the first time this month and now I’m hooked. It’s like a little party in a bottle, complete with house music only I can hear. Don’t worry about it. It’s normal.
Once we settled on a workout, we were ready to get started. Our plan was one person sprint up and down the stairs twice while the other did a body weight move on the ground. You couldn’t stop until the “runner” was back down for the second time.
We started with push ups, which cracks me up because I pretty much just had to plank the whole time. My push up game is weak, y’all. I would have done “girl” push ups but the ground grinding into my knees wasn’t all that pleasant.
Next up was different crunches and sit up variations. That one seemed so easy, but I swear I was so tired that anything would have been difficult at that point.
Finally, we busted out some air squats, which may or may not be the most embarrassing thing ever. When families would walk by, I felt like I was droppin’ it in the club. Only, you know, without being able to actually dance. I have no rhythm, but that’s a story for another day.
I can’t really remember how long it took us, but I remember sweating like a beast so I guess it was long enough. I thought we would end it with a Propel chugging selfie, but Ryne said that was lame. He will cave one day, just wait. But really, nothing has ever tasted so good in my life. Work hard, drink… hard? Eh. We’ll work on that.
So there you have it. I worked out with my husband and we didn’t kill each other. I ran stairs and I only tripped a few times. I drank my favorite drink and only took one or three embarrassing pictures while doing so. Basically, it was a lot of fun and I have a feeling we’ll be back pretty soon.
Question: Do you enjoy working out with your significant other? I’d love to say “Always!”, but it usually doesn’t pan out. We end up working better together when it’s mutually challenging or we have our personal space. We’re five-years-old like that.