Farmer’s Wife Fitness!


Posted by Cloey | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 07-02-2013

The farmer and I recently joined the fitness center at the local high school.  We have talked about doing this for several months.  Most of the time, one of us will bring it up and the other will say, “Yeah, we should do that”,  followed by “Do we have any ice-cream left?”.   I often tell the farmer his blood runs mayonnaise and he doesn’t have to tell me that mine runs chocolate.  It’s bad.  You would think that we wouldn’t have to go to a gym when you live on a working farm.  I thought for sure that I would lose 40 pounds within the first year with all the outside work I would be doing.  There’s feeding cows (farmer does it),  fixing fencing (farmer does it),   carrying large metal objects of one type or another around (farmer does it).  I don’t have any farm labor skills at all.  I do my part, I mow the lawn (sitting on a rider mower), occasionally help fill the feed wheelbarrow with silage for the cows but usually I wimp out after three   or four loads because, well, it’s heavy.  I’m more instrumental with the work INSIDE the house (aren’t we all ladies?).   Still, all the housework doesn’t adequately counteract my love of all things brown and sugary.  So much for the farmer’s wife fitness plan.

So we joined the local fitness center and it’s a real deal!   After insurance reimbursement, we pay $2 a month.  You can’t beat that.  They have all the amenities of a regular fitness center-treadmills, elliptical machines, rowing machine, nautilus equipment, towels, televisions  and sweaty people.    The only missing amenity is no women’s bathroom.  No, you didn’t read that wrong.  There is no bathroom.   Now, there is a door to the boy’s locker room next to the fitness center with stairs that take you down there and it’s quite handy-if you’re a guy.   So where in heck is the girl’s locker room then?  Right across the hall from the fitness center is a large gymnasium.  When not in use,  it’s completely dark.  Think the movie “Carrie” without the prom and pig’s blood.   I’ve been told there is a girl’s locker room door on the other side of that scary gym but, it’s possible the door alarms will sound if I go to use it so I might not want to.  You think?  I don’t know about you but the moment I know that I CAN’T go to the bathroom, is the moment I have to go. Forget about needing a place to change into my farmer’s wife fitness outfit.  So I changed in the boy’s locker room while the farmer stood guard.  I was not driving 3 miles home in 3 degree weather to change into a pair of sweats.   No one saw me and may I say that the boy’s locker room is spacious!

We’ll see what happens with this new endeavor.  We have to go 12 times a month for insurance reimbursement and that is my goal.   I think we can do this!  Will I ever become one of those  annoying people that gush about how much they love the gym and miss exercising if they skip a day?  Probably not.  I’ll be the chubby chick on the treadmill trying to convince herself to stay on just five more minutes.  Probably.


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