First time for everything.

We joined the YMCA this weekend, and today JP and I worked out together. It was the first time in our marriage that we lifted weights together, and it was so much fun- for me. I have been working out in gyms for the last 6 or 7 years. Poor JP has not . In addition to that, I spent most of my teenage years working with trainers on the various military bases we lived on, or I had my big brother as a workout buddy (who did a stint as a pseudo-body builder). So I had fun, but I wonder if I will be able to convince JP to come back to the weight room with me on Wednesday. :)