In Which Lee Gets What He Wants, Because He Always Gets What He Wants

by Lisa Rosen on February 2, 2010

This is our exercise room.  What’s that you say?  You don’t have an exercise room?  Oh.  I knew that–most people don’t have an exercise room.

Would you like to know why we do?  Good, because I’m going to tell you.

We have an exercise room because Lee wanted one.  Ten years ago, when he was totally focused on getting healthy and taking care of his newly-minted arterial grafts, he decided that the best way (for him) to get fit was to have all the necessary equipment right. here. in. our. house.  The children’s play room ceased to exist–the bonus room above the garage became The Exercise Room.

I might have resented that a bit, at the time, for a couple of reasons.  First of all, none of that equipment was cheap.  But did I complain? Only a little.  Also, the children and I really liked having a playroom.  But did I complain?  Well, possibly. I couldn’t really say no, though, because he presented such a good case (lawyers are like that).  It’s also possible that he always gets what he wants because I remember seeing him in the hospital, and my resolve and good sense just disappear.  It’s a small problem.

But I quickly discovered the hidden benefit of Lee’s obsession with exercise equipment–I got to use it too.

Fast-forward a decade:  Lee mostly can’t be bothered to work out in the exercise room.  He has an incredibly short attention span, so he can’t really focus on any one kind of exercise for an extended period of time.  I can’t remember the last time he lifted weights. But all that equipment is still up there, and now–it’s all mine!  I set the seats and the weights just like I want them, and I don’t have to share with anyone.

It has taken me a lot of years to accept that I have really puny muscles.  I’m not sure if that’s just how I’m built, or if it’s the long-range effect of a distinctly bookish childhood and youth.  Either way, the upshot is that I have an annoyingly high body fat percentage, and not much in the way of muscle mass.  If I work hard for a while to build up some muscle, and then I slack off, those hard-earned muscles disappear almost overnight.  So I’m working hard right now (while it’s winter, and I don’t enjoy being outside so much) to make good use of all those machines.  They came in very handy over the weekend when we were snowed in.

And that, folks, is the upside of being married to a guy who always gets what he wants.

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