Let me begin by saying that family fitness is a great idea. Physical fitness is one of the keys in living a healthy, happy lifestyle, unless you are happier being fat and depressed—if so, may I suggest WHAT TO DO ABOUT Eating Ice Cream With A Plastic Spoon.
Sorry for the digression.
Over the years I have taken fitness very seriously and consider myself now to be an expert in the field. An expert has years of experience under his/her belt and has devoted themselves to endless study on the subject. The expert isn’t above learning but he/she is very confident at delivering results when they commit to training a client. That is, of course, until you start working out with your wife.
As my wife’s personal trainer I can say with confidence, she can be mean—I mean, strong? She has the fortitude to be a highly skilled killer—I mean, athlete! Yeah, athlete!! Um yeah, how shall I say this? Well, working out with my wife can be an exercise in self-defense, for me! She’s great at stretching and maybe even warming up, but when it comes to burpees, pull-ups, pushups, or anything that will make her sweat a little, well then, she’s, she’s just plain mean! I’m convinced that if I turned my back on her she would kettle bell swing me right in the face!
Let’s all just settle down
Sure, maybe I’m being dramatic here. You’re probably thinking that I am over-training her or working her harder than any other client. I assure you the only one getting over-training here is me! I have to duck and squat to miss her death stares and evil grunts. As a matter of fact just last month I’m pretty sure she killed the UPS delivery man. He came in just as she finished doing sit-ups and caught a medicine ball to the throat. He wobbled out of the gym and staggered to the truck and I never received my 55 gallon bucket O’ whey protein that I ordered.
So what do you do about working out with your wife? Don’t!
Let her do her yoga, pilates, or barre class on her own with her friends. And when she wants to spend 1.5 hours on the treadmill with a copy of Vanity Fair magazine let her do her thing or suffer the consequences! Ye be warned! I’ve got to go, my wife is using the couch cushions as a back stop for her knife throwing again.
