Pat started cross fit training about a year ago because he was trying to get himself together after a high cholesterol reading. He kicked his own butt…something I’m not sure I’d be able to do given the same circumstances, but I’m SO glad he has that drive.
After jumping on the Paleo bandwagon (caveman diet) and hitting the gym three to five days a week he successfully brought his cholesterol levels down to normal levels and he’s still running circles around me. Or doing burpees around me, or whatever is going on over in the “box” he spends his time at.
Here’s the thing though…he’s ALWAYS sore. Mr. Cry Baby has aching achilles, torn calf muscles, hurt wrists, shoulder soreness and all around muscle soreness. It probably doesn’t help that when I realize something is hurting him I tend to dig in to his muscles, “Oh right heeeeere?? This hurting?? Does it hurt now??”
Finally I just came out and asked him, “Why do you continue to work out so hard when it makes you so sore? I’ve never seen you limp around so much!”
His answer surprised me.
“Because I need to stay stronger than Kainoa in case he needs to be put in his place when he’s older.”
And I was all, “You want to kick our son’s ass??”
And he was all, “Well…only if he needs it.”
He said something about being men and how these boys test boundaries and the need to establish respect if pushed to that point.
And I was all, “You want to kick our son’s ass!!”
I don’t really understand it, but he might be on to something. After all, we’re talking about a kid who has no problem running away from me at grocery stores, but then models exemplary behavior for his Dad. I guess he’s doing something right.
If anything ever happens to Pat, I know what I need to do.
And maybe a penis.
I hope nothing ever happens to Pat.