The Fitness Couple
Whitey and I have become quite the fitness couple. I laugh at this because when we were friends, all we did was drink, party and hang out at the beach. We have cut down our drinking a ton. It is funny when you go from drinking a lot and partying hard to being a couple and enjoying your time without getting tipsy. Some of my friends ask me if something is wrong all night because I am so quiet, which cracks me up because normally I am being pretty loud but not “drunk loud.” Anyways, our weekend was full of working out and being active. On Friday night, we worked out at my apartment gym and literally just watched TV on the couch together…on a Friday night….and feel asleep at 10 pm. The life of a couple.
On Saturday, we woke up early to work out again at my complex and headed to Whitey’s island for a healthy morning run. We picked up the dogs we love walking for the fruit lady that sells the most amazing chocolate covered strawberries on the planet. Honestly. By far. I can’t explain them. You just have to try one. We ran the dogs around a few times and then headed home to prepare for our long bike ride to Huntington Beach. We biked the approximately five mile bike ride through the crazy, drunken crowd visiting Newport Beach on the boardwalk to Huntington to meet our friends for a bar-b-que and beach party. I love beach parties. You always get to play smash ball and volleyball and run around in the sun all day. We played volleyball for two hours. Lord how I miss volleyball. I played in college on scholarship and for anyone that played a collegiate sport, you are so burnt out by the time you are done that you end up not touching the sport for a while. Then a few years later, you start to miss it immensely and wonder why you never play. We bar-b-qued and hung out well into the wee hours of a great bonfire complete with my friends playing the drums and a girl that joined us singing with a guitar. Quite the Bob Marley concert. We then biked home, tired, slightly tipsy and enjoying ourselves. We both passed out the second we hit the bed after me trying to talk Whitey into meeting my girlfriends at the local bar. I should have never laid down though. Once I did that, I knew we were threw.
I dragged my sore body out of bed to take the dogs on a long walk down the peninsula. I actually had to talk Whitey out of running the whole thing. My body was just too tired and exhausted. We played tennis against our friends in the afternoon and had about fifteen people over for a relaxing bar-b-que and hot tub night. I swear Whitey and I could kick ass on Survivor or one of those couple race shows.
Quite the weekend, quite the fitness couple. I could barely peel my battered body out of bed to get to work on time. I think I need a relaxing bubble bath night.
On Saturday, we woke up early to work out again at my complex and headed to Whitey’s island for a healthy morning run. We picked up the dogs we love walking for the fruit lady that sells the most amazing chocolate covered strawberries on the planet. Honestly. By far. I can’t explain them. You just have to try one. We ran the dogs around a few times and then headed home to prepare for our long bike ride to Huntington Beach. We biked the approximately five mile bike ride through the crazy, drunken crowd visiting Newport Beach on the boardwalk to Huntington to meet our friends for a bar-b-que and beach party. I love beach parties. You always get to play smash ball and volleyball and run around in the sun all day. We played volleyball for two hours. Lord how I miss volleyball. I played in college on scholarship and for anyone that played a collegiate sport, you are so burnt out by the time you are done that you end up not touching the sport for a while. Then a few years later, you start to miss it immensely and wonder why you never play. We bar-b-qued and hung out well into the wee hours of a great bonfire complete with my friends playing the drums and a girl that joined us singing with a guitar. Quite the Bob Marley concert. We then biked home, tired, slightly tipsy and enjoying ourselves. We both passed out the second we hit the bed after me trying to talk Whitey into meeting my girlfriends at the local bar. I should have never laid down though. Once I did that, I knew we were threw.
I dragged my sore body out of bed to take the dogs on a long walk down the peninsula. I actually had to talk Whitey out of running the whole thing. My body was just too tired and exhausted. We played tennis against our friends in the afternoon and had about fifteen people over for a relaxing bar-b-que and hot tub night. I swear Whitey and I could kick ass on Survivor or one of those couple race shows.
Quite the weekend, quite the fitness couple. I could barely peel my battered body out of bed to get to work on time. I think I need a relaxing bubble bath night.
Labels: weekend, Whitey, working out
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