My husband hasn't been too fond of my new boxing routine with the heavy bag in our basement. Since I was doing it before I left for work, the sounds of my grunts and thudding blows would filter up to where he sat eating breakfast, reading the newspaper, and listening to NPR. He didn't find it peaceful.
Today I did it in the afternoon. Ah freedom! Only at some point I realized I was hearing footsteps on the porch. There was a long pause while we both listened to each other. I was breathing loud enough that he probably could hear me.