Last week Hockey Playing Husband didn’t make it to dryland training. When I got home, he wanted to know what we did so I demonstrated one of the drills where we balance on one leg in a squatting position, then we jump to the side and land on the opposite foot in a squatting position. I’m not sure what the proper name is but about midway through I like to call it “Please, let me die”.
And that’s when my sweet talking husband said to me “I can really see an improvement in your balance and strength.” I did a little happy dance with a big cheesy grin on my face and replied “Really?” But instead of just leaving it at that he added “Yes, last year when you would do anything balance related you would look like you were on a wobble board even when you weren’t on a wobble board.”
In his defense, it’s totally true.
Speaking of training, Speed Skating Son and Hockey Playing Son rigged up a dumbwaiter system using rope, pulleys, hooks, bags and boxes that spans all three levels of our house so none of us can get up or down the stairs without squatting. It’s part of our new training program.
p.s. Dryland training is set up so it gets more and more difficult throughout the summer until it reaches a peak which is exactly eight weeks before the first speed skating meet of the year and then the difficulty level starts to drop down until dryland training ends. That peak day? It’s my birthday. Welcome to 43. Ha.
If you missed My Husband The Sweet Talker: Part 1 – it’s here.