If you follow me on Instagram you will know that Mrs W and I take off to the gym a few times a week after we get the kids off to sleep at night. (Yes we are that motivated) I am a firm believer in making shitty tasks fun and whilst we are motivated we do whinge and complain through the whole hour or so we are there.
So in attempting to make our late night puff session fun, I have been taking great pleasure in capturing our journey from rotund to buff by taking pictures of us and Instagramming them.
Mrs W always attempts to hide her face for some reason. She also calls me names to which I ignore her.
It is a fucking circus and how the other gym people don’t just ask if they can by a ticket has got me beat.
Here are some of our fitness pics from the last few months …
Mrs W back in the early days of going to the gym.
Serious Mrs W…
Mrs W, are you pretending to be on the phone? Cause you don’t seem to have your phone in your hand.
Nice eye Mrs W. Looking very fit and healthy.
Mrs W and Mrs Lush pumping iron while I dicked around.
Anyway this post is a tribute to Mrs W after she made the most of a spectacular opportunity this week and got me back.
It went like this ..
I was sort of stuck. Muttering help quietly. To which Mrs W took her sweet fricken time, grabbing her phone, focussing, changing angles then final she took the snap. Anyone would think she was a fucking photographer.
It was THEN she offered me a hand.
Well played Mrs W.
Next trick for Mrs W and I… a 5k Colour Run.
I shit you not.
Watch this space.