Musing on the Key to 23 years of Wedded Bliss: Let’s Get Physical.
Let’s Get Physical.
If reading those three words conjures up images of Olivia Newton John wearing a headband talking to a dolphin (did she talk to a dolphin in that video?) then you are obviously old enough to have a 20 plus year anniversary.
Not that I am.
Egad.
Yesterday, I just did.
And what was my perfect gift to my husband? A couples workout. (Not exact what you might be thinking right now.) At 2 p.m., we headed up to Madison Fitness.
See. Hubby is walking into the gym on his own volition.
There she is…..
Beverly Morris. (I love this woman.)
Yes, Beverly part therapist, part Sargent Hulka — all wrapped up in perfect, muscled bod.
She makes me think bad things. Like why am I am paying some one to make me do this a 6 a.m. in the morning?
But she makes it fun….(I think this afterwards riding home in the car.)
This made me smile.
As did this.
Nothing like a small town....Aren't you jealous?
Then we started on the workout.
And dear Johnny did everything she said…
This.
And this.
And this. Let the record reflect I hate pull-ups.
But the worst part for him was the stretching at the end.
I think she put his body in positions it probably hasn’t been in since in utero.
We got home and he got on the couch. I opened his mouth and poured in some Motrin and made him swallow.
What had a done?
We had places we needed to be that night. Getting married a week before Christmas our anniversary always involves going to a party or two.
He revived, the awesome tough guy that I married 23 years ago.
He was sore today and everyone at church felt incredibly sorry for him that his wife would have thought of such a thing. (These people obviously don’t know the real me.)
What do you do on your anniversary?
Well, besides the obvious.
