It's just a hunch, but last night she convinced me to take an exercise class at the Y called Body Pump. Now, with a title like that, you might conclude that I was complicit in my wife's devious plot. How could I not know this class was a killer?
First, most of her accomplices were women, and every man knows that women work out way harder than men. "But it's my first time taking this class too," she intoned by way of an alibi when I told her it was insanely hard.