I don’t know what it is, but after high school, “working out” has become a chore. I used to love running and being outdoors- riding bikes and hiking. I played tennis competitively from the age of 10 through high school. I even had a spurt with yoga in high school and I loved it too (despite the fact that I’ve still never been to an actual class). So when M decided he was going to explore the military route, I knew our activity level was about to go back to the pre-college (no more comatose studying) stage– and getting back into it has been an uphill battle.
Apparently working out as a couple is great for your relationship (according to a ton of different people, just google couples workouts!). But what do you do when you can barely run a mile under ten minutes and he is supposed to be running a mile and a half in nine or under?
Well, usually, I end up huffing and panting out the words, “go on”. Most of the time I ride my bike beside him, but let’s be honest, that’s a little degrading (kind of like the running joke that if he gets a motorcycle I’ll be in the side-car. Seriously?). I’m not even going to talk about the 5K that I had to run completely unprepared while he ran circles around me singing. I think if looks could kill, he wouldn’t be alive today. But, hey, I finished the 5K and crawled around my house for the next week in pain– but victorious (I wasn’t the last one to finish!). Note to self- train for those things!
I want to support M 100% and beyond. Sometimes, I would love for one of his guy friends to jump in and take over the reigns. But then I realize how special I am that he still wants me to go with him after all the times I’ve been incredibly obnoxious about it. I have a nasty habit of going with him to the gym and after 15 minutes (I initially wrote 30 minutes, but M made me change it to 15… so maybe I’m a little more impatient than I’m willing to admit!) on the bike and some weights I become the 5-year-old in the backseat repeating “are we there yet” (aka can we go now).
Therefore, I’ve decided to accept my workout bro title and come up with a list of things I’ve learned about being a bro (working out with a guy) and about my own survival techniques of getting active again in general.
-Have a banana or something right before, because chances are this workout isn’t going to be quick. And I start running out of energy if I haven’t eaten recently. Plus, it helps with cramping. I also believe in pickle power for cramps, I’m pretty bad about getting them while running.
-If the guy is more fit than you, don’t let it stop you from getting a good work out. I find myself wanting to just follow him around and do nothing since I can’t keep up, but I need to work out too! In these cases, I found that it’s okay to split up, especially when you need to rest so your lungs don’t explode and he really needs to make it to the finish in the next 24 hours. I used to think we HAD to stick together, but that just became incredibly unrealistic for both of us.
-One must not be afraid of sweat. It’s gonna happen and it’s not like bros hug. I don’t sweat a ton even when I’m really pushing myself, so it’s kind of relieving to know I don’t sweat like a guy….
-Be prepared to be a medic or a lifeguard. Maybe my “bro” is just weird but he tends to do crazy stuff like climb cliffs and jump into freezing water. It’s probably a good idea to be Red Cross Certified. I’m seriously considering this, mine expired a loooong time ago.
-And most importantly have fun! That’s key!
All in all, while there are times I lament that I would rather be running and talking with my lady friends (or in the corpse yoga pose– it’s my favorite), I definitely think being M’s workout buddy is rewarding. Not only does it add to our relationship dynamic, but it also gets me out of my comfort zone and keeps me more active than my book-reading-self would be on my own! In fact, in some ways, I should thank M for helping me keep off any of those “freshmen 15” pounds. Not to mention, it isn’t illegal to run and chat in bro code and sometimes its a great opportunity for some one-on-one chat time.
Whether or not it actually helps him is an entirely different story…. especially since now I’m going to go make a Pumpkin Pie (sorry M!)