Back in college, I was big on going to the gym and working out. I’d go there 5 times a week for roughly 2 hours each time. I even had a fitting nickname, Flex, which was given to me by some random guy while playing a game of basketball. The name stuck and from that point on, that’s what everybody called me, until a few year back.
Ever since being married, working out does not exist in my vocabulary. I’ve already got the woman of my dreams, so who else do I have to impress? While I haven’t exactly gotten chubby or fat, my muscles have definitely loss their mass and definition. I know I should be doing more to maintain my body and health. It’s a bit embarrassing at work when I climb four flights of stairs and come out gasping for air, unable to finish a complete sentence.
However, I think I’ve found an easy solution to this problem. After visiting my friend Karen and holding her baby for 10 minutes while out for a walk, my biceps were on fire and straining just to hold him up. I realized I had just stumbled across a goldmine and time saver.
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