Catherine’s betting me who can workout more days over the next 30 days. Or about 20 days now. 500 swings of a 12kg bell for her. 24kg for me. It’s not a trivial workout. Hard to cut corners around it.
She has been a day ahead of me. I think I didn’t do anything the first day, so she has always been a day ahead. We even took a day off together once, cause we were tired. I meant to get up and work out but I didn’t. She has been pretty confident. And I figured, if she worked out for 29 out of 30 days she deserved to win. After all, this is the girl that was upset about doing 2 days a week during our last workout challenge. So 29 out of 30 is a big change in heart.
She’s pretty motivated against me. And others are rooting for her. Everyone laughs at me for planning out what I’d like on my dream date (the stakes of the bet). I mean, a Weinerschnitzel meal while getting a new exhaust installed on my car isn’t too far out there is it? I think it’s really sweet actually. But it gets laughs all around from people as she tells that story.
She’s feeling good. Except for yesterday. She was tired again. And I caught up. So we’re even now. And we talked about it a bit this morning in front of Sal. I think she felt a little despair – the comfort of that day lead must have felt great. Now, she runs the risk of a tie at 28 out of 30 days worked out! I think the prize for a tie is kissing your spouse. She doesn’t seem elated. I don’t know why. I figured that’d be her dream date anyway.
But I loved watching Sal’s face during all of it. We were all in the living room chatting and she was starting to do her swings (some in the morning and some in the evening is a way to make it less painful) and he was watching her and with my biased view on the world I imagined him thinking “There goes another noble challenger. Nice try. Now where are my Mighty Beanz?”
He’s seen this all before. And she has too. I was impressed she wanted to challenge me, having seen what I’ve done in the past to win these things. But all her subtle pats on my belly weren’t getting me to work out, so setting me up for a challenge was one way to get me to trim down. From that point of view, it seems like a worthy sacrifice. Except she enjoyed the lead so much. I think that was really motivating for her. I don’t know how motivating “maintaining a tie” will be.
What I really don’t know is why she agreed to do it 3 times in a row. That was my only tweak to the bet. I need to get in shape for the fitness challenge in March, so I needed to stretch out my motivation and it turns out my workouts are purely challenge motivated. I think she’s more of a sprinter as far as motivation goes, so three times in a row is better for me. 3 cycles of 30 days lined up. That’s 3 dream dates.
After the exhaust, I think my dream dates start getting a little out there.
Heart Attack grill in Phoenix. And Garth Brooks in Vegas.
And then, there’s always Satin Jade…