- Trish: All right. Start with a hundred push-ups!
- Marshall: All right, cool. How many do you want me to do?
- Trish: A hundred.
- Marshall: Oh, I thought that was a figure of speech. A hundred push-ups. Like do a bazillion push-ups. No one can do a hundred.
- Trish: (sniffing) Do you smell that?
- Marshall: No.
- Trish: Smells like there’s a little bitch in my gym. Are you being a little bitch in my gym?
- Marshall: No.
- Trish: Then get on the floor and give me a hundred! -How I Met Your Mother
Tonight, true to her word, Gym Buddy texted me about going to one of the classes at our gym. I gladly agreed, and we headed to the night class, called 24 Lift. I warned GB that this class was rough, since she’d never taken it. I had taken a few classes and they were always tough, but this one straight up wrecked me. I should have known better when the perky instructor got to the front of the class and grinned at us and said, “Ok, so are you guys ready to work?” with this little gleem in her eye, of a person who loves to torture those around her.
Hi-I'm Date Girl aka Mrs. Match-I'm a karaoke singing, animal loving, compulsively cleaning, bubbly goofball married to the love of my life. This blog is a diary of my life as a former date girl, how I met and fell in love with my husband Match, and our married life together. 
