Today's blog isn't really about any turkeys in the gym. Well, I guess it could be, depending on how you look at it. But it's more about working out smarter and how my husband figured out a way to do just that.
Every Friday, if he can get his lazy butt out of bed (his words, not mine), he goes to Becky's 5 a.m. cycling class. Now, Becky's cycling class is very hard. I've done it a couple of times on Sunday afternoons so I speak from experience. I don't know how they do it first thing in the morning. But in addition to the difficulty of uphill climbs, wind sprints, and whatever other fun things she decides to throw at the class for an hour, there's also some chatter. She kind of likes to give people in the class an occasional good-natured ribbing (don't worry, they all like to give it right back to her).
Here's where my husband's wiles come into play. Recently Becky moved into a new place. She needed help with things like hanging mirrors and coat hooks, wrangling mattresses and box springs through spaces that were just a mite too small, and so on. Happily my husband did all these projects for her. As he completed each task, he asked if she was satisfied with the job he had done. If she said yes, he handed her a slip of paper which said, "I will be nice to you in class," and made her sign it. It specifically says "No Expiration Date." There was also a line for me to witness her signature. I should have brought my notary public seal, to make it even more official, but unfortunately I did not plan that far ahead.
So now when he goes to cycling class on Friday morning, he can whip out one of his slips of paper any time he needs one. He just hasn't decided yet whether it would be better to use them for himself, or sell them to other members of the class. It might just pay for Christmas!
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