In the early days of our relationship, my husband played soccer. I’m sure Victoria Beckham will back me up when I say soccer players are hot. John loved the game for its own sake, while I, being chronically bad at any sport involving a ball, just wanted to work out. I tried every aerobic exercise fad there was. If there was a VHS made for it during the 80′s and 90′s, I did it. While John was never the gym rat I was, we consummated our commitment by joining a health club together. He wore his soccer jersey and I sported a fluorescent thong over black biker shorts. We were extra sexy. And in shape. We even played wallyball. Top that.