Exercising ... in public

The Mr. recently got himself involved in a gym - a semi-public one.
Now that's all well and good ... for him.

Several times last night he says to me: "You should go with me tomorrow - you know - to the gym"

Why is it that when he finds something he enjoys he automatically assumes that I'll enjoy it too?

I need to pause here and cut him some slack - because at least he thinks of me.

Fact is I flunked phys. ed. in high school for crissakes!
I hate exercising and only do it because I love to eat.
However, this is conductd in the privacy of my own home - or walking in my own neighborhood.

Now I have to get garbed up
to go out in the cold
to go to a sweat smelling gym
to do exercising in public
... on equipment that is used by everyone else. YUCK!

But hey! we'll be doing it together


Later ...
So now I'm thinking more and more about this gym thing.
I think they have trainers at those places.
I wonder if I could put my order in for one of those tall (6 ft or more), dark haired, tanned skin, hard bodied, males.
I don't want him to have those bulging muscles (that makes me nauseous), but a nice firm bum, and large hands, and he must have the attitude and the look that the he could fuck ya all night long.

Yes, this exercising thing - it's all about incentive.

I may just warm up to this gym thing afterall.