Curse you YMCA - I hate you!
Curse you YMCA - I hate you! I could no longer avoid it, I’ve been telling my wife I had to work - so it made it easy to get out of going with her. Well, today was the day I could no longer say no. I simply had no excuse, off work for the week end, no plans or side work that needed to be done…… Ok honey I will go with you to the YMCA and work out with you….. ??? No, I am not a lazy slob or a husband that doesn’t want to spend time with his wife - it’s that I am not into all the “exercise” thing and really - I do hate the sun…. I live in Florida and most activities here deal with being outside and being under the sun… can you say “crispy crunchy” sun burn. So, Saturday morning my wife woke me up early and said the most terrible words I’ve ever heard - “lets go work out” ….. What, this early in the morning! I have to say though, as hard as it was dragging my sleepy butt across town to work out on all those machines of torture wasn’t so bad as I thought - I even felt good enough to go and
