1...2...3... one!

As of last week, Jan and I have officially started wedding boot camp with a goal of working out together 3x week, and once on our own. I really like working out w/him, we are good motivators to push eachother, and its fun feeling like I'm in my own bootcamp w/o the mean yellers. Don't get me wrong, he's tough, but not mean. We run a dirt track because of my bad knees, set up circuit training, etc. I usually try to stall before, and hate it during, but feel good after. I'm usually dead tired when it's all said and done, and I hurt. But in a 'man, I am tough!' way. Like last weekend when I did 30 pushups in one night (not at once) - a new whoolia record!