I typically work out in my home gym. Get in, get it done, and begin my day. This workout stuff is serious—I seriously hate every moment and want to finish as soon as possible. But that wouldn’t happen this day. Delaying my routine, a devious smile entered the gym.
David wore a smirk that said it all. Next came the jokes, one after the other.
My success coach told me to say,“Yay,” to anything unexpected or to situations I don’t want to encounter. Didn’t work. Yay! Yay! Yay! Still didn’t work. I knew that my workout would become 30 minutes longer because of his glorious presence. He laughed at his own jokes as I got cranky.
“I only have a short time to get this done…Pleease!”
He sat down at the weight bench, to lift weights. Whew! Now I can continue on. Yay, (yay for real).
But I should have known he wouldn’t relent from his antics. He pushed the chest press performing three reps, groaning loudly. Clag! He let the weight bar go in dramatic fashion, and the weights clambered hard. What in the world? Smiling, he breathed out big puffs of air and proceeded toward the kettle bell with his arms out, as if he was too muscular for them to touch his sides. He picked up the kettle bell and let out more grunting.
“Come on Tony Horton. I can do more reps than you,” he yelled.
Please note, his kettle bell is hollow with no weights in the bottom. Yet, he struggled and lifted it as if it did.
I could no longer contain myself. The corners of my lips were pushing the weight of my cheeks upward.
“Ah ha! You think I’m funny,” he blurted out.
Darn, he caught me wrestling a smile. We begin playing around like kids in our home gym. This included poking him in the arm pit when he lifted the kettle bell, and David making noises (the sounds of passing gas).
I think the laughing was the best abs workout I’ve ever done.
In hopes to return to my serious mindset and finish the darn workout, I picked up my camera to take a picture of his antics. He hates being in the spotlight so I thought this would stop his amusing behavior. But it didn’t and he posed for my pictures.
So much for the workout. I do not recommend this —working out with a comedian. Or maybe I do. I have to admit, it allowed me to step out of seriousness and live in the moment.
And being present writes the pages of our love stories.