My husband has a bit of a competitive streak in him...so do I. (I have a friend who beat me by 20 minutes in the last two duathalons we did and I want to fix that.)
I never beat Rick...in anything. He doesn't even let me win, or the kids for that matter. (ok, I think that is actually good, what are they learning if they win all the time?)
I joined a gym in the beginning of February and have been going 5 days a week. When it is your "me" time, it isn't hard to get there so often. When I started I could barely do 1 push-up, now I can do a lot more...
...which brings me to a conversation Rick and I had this morning.
It was about health and being around for a long time. I have been doing things to make sure I am becoming more healthy, taking vitamins, eating/cooking better, working out more. I was teasing him about the fact that I want to go places with him and ride our bikes when we are 70 and not push him around in a wheelchair instead.
So came the challenge...push-ups.
I told him I could do more than he could. He told me to go first...
"oh-no, I don't think so! because I will do so many and then you will make sure you do one more than me just to win." He is tricky like that. I said we had to do them together instead.
We get into our push-up stance and I start counting my own. I get to 13 (which is great considering I couldn't even do one a month ago.) I look at him and he is in plank position, then does 4. He pops onto his knees and says he did 16...Hmmm.
Whatever, he really just watched me do them and then when I looked at him he did 4 and said "16!" How can I be sure he really did 16? So I did 5 more and said I did 18.
Of course he said that didn't count because I took a break.
Looks like when Krischan comes home we will have to do this again and have a referee...
I never beat Rick...in anything. He doesn't even let me win, or the kids for that matter. (ok, I think that is actually good, what are they learning if they win all the time?)
I joined a gym in the beginning of February and have been going 5 days a week. When it is your "me" time, it isn't hard to get there so often. When I started I could barely do 1 push-up, now I can do a lot more...
...which brings me to a conversation Rick and I had this morning.
It was about health and being around for a long time. I have been doing things to make sure I am becoming more healthy, taking vitamins, eating/cooking better, working out more. I was teasing him about the fact that I want to go places with him and ride our bikes when we are 70 and not push him around in a wheelchair instead.
So came the challenge...push-ups.
I told him I could do more than he could. He told me to go first...
"oh-no, I don't think so! because I will do so many and then you will make sure you do one more than me just to win." He is tricky like that. I said we had to do them together instead.
We get into our push-up stance and I start counting my own. I get to 13 (which is great considering I couldn't even do one a month ago.) I look at him and he is in plank position, then does 4. He pops onto his knees and says he did 16...Hmmm.
Whatever, he really just watched me do them and then when I looked at him he did 4 and said "16!" How can I be sure he really did 16? So I did 5 more and said I did 18.
Of course he said that didn't count because I took a break.
Looks like when Krischan comes home we will have to do this again and have a referee...
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