One thing I used to never be able to get my husband to do with me was to take a group exercise class. Saturday mornings we head to our gym and I join whatever the group class of the day is, and my husband goes in the opposite direction and hits the gym floor.
Last week, I convinced him (well I actually bribed him, but you know how it goes) to attend a class with me. We decided to go to a class I had never been to so we'd both be novices. The only class available at the time we wanted was Beginners Step I, perfect.
I can honestly say I have never laughed so hard in my life. Not only did I get a fabulous workout from all the stepping (and turning and kicking), but from all the laughing too. I am sure the instructor was a bit frustrated with us, but we were actually trying, it's just that my husband lacks the ability to step to a beat. So you can imagine the humor in watching him in a step class, where the whole premise is stepping to the beat.
I am not sure I'll ever get him back into a step class, but maybe boot camp or something a little better for his ego. Most importantly we had a blast together while working out, and we're still laughing about it now.