Scott Troyer: Exercise challenged
I’m sorry to say Scott will not be the Biggest Loser.
He voted himself out of the gymnasty yesterday while dusting the snow off a Subaru at his dealership. He hit a piece of black ice, did a triple axel in the air then landed hard on his hip. He tore his hamstring, smashed his shoulder and injured an already ailing foot.
This kind of thing happens every time we join a gym or embark on a fitness regime.
Let’s see. There’s been knee surgery for an old football wound, bad feet a number of times, and one round of gout.
Let’s not forget the gout.
In spite of his injuries, Scott has been able to cycle like a demon back and forth to the dealership, run around Parliament Hill shooting the Canadian Firefighters Memorial Ceremony with one camera and make furniture in the backyard.
He’s a genius.
Just don’t ask him to participate in a couples’ exercise program.
Minutes later, he’ll be sitting in the Lazy Boy nursing a head injury.
I’ve been married in multiples and I’ve learned what it’s like to do everything alone. Both my husbands were “A” personalities with big jobs. Work always came first. I went to everything alone; I did everything alone.
So I was thrilled to finally meet and marry a man who wanted to be with me, and do everything together. That was eight years ago, and we still do everything together.
I’m giving up on it, the dual exercise regime, not the exercise and not the marriage.
I’ll leave him in the hot tub at the Athletic Centre for the time being.
Tonight, to reinforce our togetherness, we’ll be watching Weeds.