That's Fit

I'm married to an amazing man who's gorgeous, charming, bright, funny, and in incredible shape. Even though I'm the fitness trainer girl, he was uber-fit way before I ever laid eyes on him. He has a simple workout routine which hasn't changed in years. He goes for several five to seven mile jogs per week, does the stepper a few times, and lifts weights on his lunch break at work.

I admire is commitment, endurance, strength, and amazing physique. For some reason though, I've found it important to tease him about the nerdy way he addresses his ab work. After each cardio session he religously announces "I'm going to do my crunches". I've always found it silly that he refers to them as "his" crunches.....as if he invented them or owns some sort of license on them. Lame as it sounds, I've probably had about 2,000 laughs at the expense of poor Rob and "his crunches".

Today I had an epiphany. As my stinky sweaty man trotted across the house on the way into our home gym to do his crunches, I finally figured it out. The very thing that allows me to poke fun at the poor dear is the same thing that will keep him strong and capable into our golden years. He does own those crunches, and because of that he is committed to doing them. Shouldn't we all take such pride and owenership over our fitness routines? We should. So from now on, I'm stealing Rob's patent on crunches because I need to do mine too. I encourage you to violate his patent and maybe create your own as well.