The little guy and I went to a new gym today just to check it out. After our brief tour he went one way and I went another. I hit the treadmill and then when I was just sitting down to do my regular routine with the weight machines my little guy appeared.
Little guy: "Come work out with me. I need a spotter."
Me: "Me? I'm too little to be your spotter."
Little guy: "Let's just try. Come on, let's go."
So with great reluctance, trepidation, and a considerable mumbling of protests, I followed.
And we did it. And it worked pretty well. I continued my undercurrent of negative commentary as he pushed and pushed and PUSHED me harder than I've been pushed in many years. And I was actually able to spot him effectively though he likely wasn't pushing himself as hard as he was pushing me...you know, for his safety and all.
So while he's promised me that my upper body will be really really sore in the morning, I'm super excited to go back tomorrow for the leg workout he's got in store for me.
Me: "I promise I won't gripe so much tomorrow."
Little guy: "Oh, you'll gripe. You'll have a lot to say about how sore you are." (Pretty darn sure he looked more than a little happy about this.)
I cannot wait!!! Really!
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