T-Bone and I went to the gym together yesterday. Lifting weights is not his favorite thing; for him it's a means to an end, not something he loves just for itself, ya know? So I appreciate it even more that he goes and takes good care of himself, like a grown-ass man ought to. And also that he goes because he likes sharing the time with me. There is something super sweet about that.
Anyway, he keeps getting stronger and pushing himself to do a little more each time he goes. He doesn't really bulk up, because that is not how he is built, but OMG, he is solid. It's hawt.
Yesterday I did core work and aerobic stuff. Rowing machine warm-up, kettlebell swings, inclined sit-ups with 10-lb medicine ball, floor work with the medicine ball, "windshield wipers" (i.e., arms resting on parallel bars with legs swinging free; lift legs to shoulder height and move left to right, right to left; lower legs, repeat). Followed by a 2-mile run on the TM alternating 4 min at 70% max HR; then 4 min at 80% max HR. Legs were tired, but felt good.