Mancave
Thursday, June 4th, 2009Alot of you already know from my previous blogs how hard it is fro me to get around the wifeypoo to go workout. Ive erected a pretty nice gym in my basement with pretty much everything I need to get business taken care of. There are a few peices of choice equipment I would like to have, but I do go to the gym when I can just to switch things up as much as possible. Anyway…last night was the same ‘ol story. I hear the….."arent you going to spend anytime with me?" or….."your body is more important than me." Sometimes I may not go down in the basement until 11 at night after she goes to bed, just so I can get a good workout. Ive honestly tried though….I ask her almost everynight to come down and do some abs or the stepper for a few minutes, but it all comes down to stubborness. She wont because she is so against me doing it. I will never quit. I will never go back. The thing is…its been years since Ive been going down there and she still wont just except it. Whats the deal. I have to hide my creatine and protein in the ceiling joyces because she read somewhere that its hard on your kidneys. She doesnt like really big men so I always know when Im making progress when she gives me that discusted look with a shirt off. I dont really care about that though. I do it for me. I have my own goals that I have to meet. I call it the cave because I absolutely have to go down there everynight to burn out stresses of the day. Clear my mind, jack up the music, and grunt and scratch like a man needs to do in his cave. Anyone who has a supportive spouse is damn lucky to have it whether they realize it or not. I cant imagine the progress I would make with some support






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