From the first time my boyfriend and I knew we both were going to Purdue, he began to say that he was going to make me work out or run with him.

I laughed at the thought. I would never work out, I'm too lazy.

I arrive on campus for orientation week and I'm introduced to the Co-Rec. I briefly saw all the equipment I hoped I would never use.

The first month I avoided any mention of the gym, exercise, and running. I enjoyed my lazy schedule of sleep, eat, class, and repeat. I considered walking for 15 minutes or biking to my next class my exercise for the week.

The second month Alex began to bring up running and the gym. He had already discovered the run club and had friends that would exercise with him.

But for some reason, he still wanted me to go to the gym with him.

I was getting worn down by the prodding of questions to go to the gym. I knew that my eating habits weren't the best at the time and I actually wanted to try and put on some muscle.

By week seven of being on campus, I gave into Alex. I went to the Co-Rec with him.

Walking in, knowing I was going to use some machine I still saw as a torture device, only lifting around 20 pounds at a time, I was more than pessimistic.

Then Alex told me it was leg and abs day... I wanted to run away, but then again I don't run. It was a miracle I even set foot into the gym.

The things we do for love.

The entire time I was using the torture machines I was complaining to Alex. While I was complaining to him on the ab-crunch-machine-thingy, he was smiling at me like a kid looking at a puppy.

"What. This isn't funny." I tell him. "Why are you smiling at me?"

I got a response I didn't expect.

"I just am really happy that my dream came true to work out with my girlfriend."

My heart melted, he was so sweet. He was still torturing me, but he was sweet nonetheless.

After my hour and a half of torture had been completed, we went and ate lunch. Because what else are you supposed to do after you lose calories? You gain them back again.

"So, do you want to do this tomorrow?"

I sighed to myself. I knew that once I started there was no stopping.

The first two days were painful.The third I was getting used to it. But now, going on my fifth day, I have added more weight to how much I can exercise with, and, I guess making my boyfriend happy to see me in the gym with him is a plus. I still see the machines as torture devices, but I think that viewpoint will remain for a while. (Just don't tell Alex I am already beginning to enjoy some parts of being at the gym.)