I want to brag on my hubby a little bit.
Years ago, pre-kid, we worked out together. At first, after work. But then we realized we were more likely to be "too tired", so we started going early morning.
Enter: kids. For many years after kids, we took turns on days. I'd get Tue/Thu/Sat, he'd get Mon/Wed/Fri, or vice versa.
Then a few years ago, he just stopped going. We both work hard, and are stressed out. He would go to bed at 11:30 pm (still does) and would have SUCH a hard time getting up at 5:30 am (duh). I told him that sleep is more important. You need more sleep! So, he stopped setting the alarm. And he stopped working out. For ... 3 years. 4 years? I don't know. I lost count.
As the years went on, I just slowly started working out every day, because, well, he wasn't. At some point the doc suggested he lose a bit of weight, so he walked on his lunch break for an hour for a couple of months. But then stopped again. Then the kids got older, which made it easier for me - I could work out even if he was traveling, because: teenager.
So...we adopt a dog in November, and that's great because he takes her for 2 walks a day, totaling about 1.5 miles.
And then COVID happens. A week before the gym closes, I stop going. I start doing LIIFT4 from Beachbody (had done it before) instead of BodyPump at the gym, and continued my running. Months of all 4 of us being stuck at home 24/7 with a dog that wakes up at 6:15 am... He spends 2 months or so watching me do LIIFT4 (it's an 8 week program, but took me longer to finish). Then, he decides to start it himself (even got the teen to join him for 5 weeks).
He just finished! The full 8 week program, 4 days a week. I'm so proud. Sometimes he works out in the morning. Sometimes, he has meetings and has to sneak it in later.
He's going to start all over again in a week. Go hubby! Plus, a month or two ago we started doing long walks together on weekends. Every other week, we go with the dog on a hilly, mostly dog-free walk (she's not good with other dogs). Aim for 5-6 miles. On alternate weeks, we hike with the boys, which is 2-3 miles of almost constant whining.