We were watching CrossFit
I know it: you’re the one for me
The only other person I know who’d want to work out
So we hit pause
Went into the garage
Past our bedtime
I counted your reps, you counted mine
Then we raced around the block
Like retrievers, we don’t know when to stop
Is it an addiction or an insecurity
Does physique or performance tell
Why we run so hard and lift too-heavy dumbbells
And I was thrilled to learn that me and her have the same height and weight
You reassured me I’m in great shape
And I said you look better than all those bulky dudes
You can match their pull-up reps too
We were sweaty and tired but we scratched the itch
We climbed and pulled, rowed, squatted, ran
But perhaps out of line with CrossFit
We went inside and ate ice cream at the end
You know it? I’m so happy you’re my man

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