So Sunday morning rolled around and as we were in bed after we had woken up SSG looked at me and said, "We're going to the gym". Normally I play basketball on Sunday mornings but I wasn't up for it this week so this whole idea of going to the gym (which I haven't seen the inside for like a year) was just horrible! I may have whined like a child and fought it for a little while, but my wife was clearly not taking "no" for an answer so I caved. I know we both need to get back in shape and take better care of ourselves, as we were fit and much trimmer when we met in June of 2006. Hell I used to run like 5 days a week and about 4 years ago a ran a marathon. Somewhere along the way I lost motivation, stopped giving a shit, and as most who are over 30 know, it's much harder after 30 to stay trim. Oh the joys of aging. So off we went for like like 30-40 minutes and wouldn't you know I did feel better!