The winner is the one who complains the most, thereby sucking up the attention and doing the least actual exercising
It is 8.44am, and my wife and I are arguing on the way to pilates. We’ve been exercising together for about a year – with assorted Covid-induced breaks – and over time it has got competitive. The first competition is to be the person with the most legitimate reason for running late.
“Sorry,” I say, pulling the front door shut behind us. “I couldn’t find my shoe.”
