The Workout Girls

Several years ago, I started a little workout group. When the husband realized I was serious, he and my son converted a small room in our basement into a workout room. We have a ballet bar, lots of free weights, bands, a weight bench and other equipment. We have a friend who is also our personal trainer. We make her nuts.

The mother-in-law refers to this group as my coffee klatch. She's partially correct. We do work out regularly but we're much more interested in what's going on in each other's lives, discussing the news and finding any excuse not to work out. We just want the workout part to be over so we can drink coffee and chat.

Even with our constant avoidance, we're all stronger physically and mentally for it. Our trainer occasionally has to become a Nazi with us but she whips us back into the program.

I need cardio and strength. I need to take care of my bones. Most of all, I need my workout girls.