the couple who exercise together, stay together, right?

This week, the Mr came to a circuits class with me.  
We didn't get off to a great start.  I've been telling him he should come with me for months now, 'you'll enjoy it', 'it'll be a good change from your running', 'there's loads of guys that do it', and he's always said he would, and never has.  This week I basically bet that he wouldn't come, but being a stubborn old chap, he came just to prove a point.
I find him outside the gym with a slightly sulky face, it then takes what felt like an eternity to get him registered in the system and signed up, it wasn't quite the romantic enjoyable start to the class I'd expected.
But not to be defeated, I filled him in on the way that class worked and promised to stick with him to keep him right.
All was going smoothly, warm up went well, we were working our way round the stations, he even looked like he was enjoying it.  Then the teacher upped the ante, 30 seconds of HIIT followed by 30 seconds on the stations.
Now if you've been reading this blog for a while, you may know that I am a bit of sweat-er (read this post if you'd really like to know more about the topic!) and so by this point it's a-flowing, and I'm starting to get pretty knackered.  You know what I mean, involuntary grunting as you try to keep lifting, excessive panting as you try to keep up the burpee reps and that sweat? Well it just keeps coming.
I see him glance at me, while I mop the sweat from my forehead and cleavage, and I'm sure I see a  look of disdain, a look which says 'what happened to the girl I married last year?'
I'm not sure we'll be going back to circuits together any time soon...