Is it true that the couple that works out together, stays together? God, I hope so.
As I've mentioned before, Targo is a pace leader in the half marathon training. On the flip side, my legs are two inches long and my butt is many inches fat. There's no way I could run with him. So, we're working out (um, he's running and I'm doing the Stairmaster - GAH!) in the little room on the first floor of our building. The room smells like sweat and mold, and the machines? They are about to die. But, while I'm trying to build a healthier, stronger body, I'm bonding with my healthy and strong husband. And, developing resistance to any airborne ailments. There's nothing that says "Good Health!" like inhaling funk for a half hour.