I met my husband at a local gym that specializes in small-group and personal training. No, he wasn’t a fellow gym-goer, seeking out creative, new ways to reach his fitness goals. He was my personal trainer. I know…I KNOW! That’s a big taboo in, well, in just about every professional-client relationship situation. But, hey—love is love, and sometimes love blossoms in the most unusual of places or scenarios.

At any rate, the problem was, when Sean—pre-marriage—was training me, I would get very distracted. I’d venture to guess that he would get distracted, too. My mind and my heart were constantly racing, and …read more