The other day, my husband surprised me big-time when he offered to give up some of the loft workout space to make my studio larger.
I use the treadmill and Exercycle once in awhile, but my husband is a serious work-out enthusiast. He actually lifts all these weights. Regularly. Sometimes while lying on his back. And you should see him on the Nordic Track. It makes me sweat just to watch him!
So it was a pretty big sacrifice for him to offer up five feet of the hallowed ground where he maintains his muscles.
He has a LOT of muscles.
I jumped at the offer, of course. No tearing down of walls, no big deal, we just moved the loveseat over five feet. But, wow, what a difference five feet of floorspace can make in your life.
It's not like I'm dancing around in it or anything. But I could.
And I'm loving it! Thanks, hon.