Showing posts with label Exercise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Exercise. Show all posts

Monday, June 29, 2009

Punch It!



So help me, if he ends up in a boxing ring,
I'll never forgive myself.

Survival Fitness - WTHR Channel 13 Video

GO MATT GO!

SUMMER POUND DOWN!


THERE'S NO CRYING AT BOOTCAMP!
WHAT, are you CHICKEN or something?
Click on the image above for more info.

Awww, comeon! We're doin' it!
(There's gonna be prizes...)

(I designed that flyer, by the way... :))

Friday, June 12, 2009

180 degrees


I'm SO glad that yesterday is over.
I mean, I'm still mad at my hair but
the black cloud that had been hovering
over my head raining down a
torrent of black and gloomy emotions
has moved on. I know the mood swing thing is
SO stereotypically GIRL but it's legit.
Lunacy inducing hormones are no joke.

Here's my surefire cure (warning...you're not gonna like it).
But I've tested it over and over and it works
for me EVERY time. I've had the blessing
of three great workouts in the last 24 hours
(one strength class and two bootcamps).
I hafta DRAG myself there. FORCE my body
through the workout. At first, I usually, want
to either cry or vomit...sometimes both.
BUT
Afterwards...I feel like Supergirl
which just happens to be my
jam at the moment.

Supergirl - Saving Jane

What are you working out to?
What songs make your adrenaline FLOW?

I also REALLY like Shinedown - Second Chance
right now. I'll be sick of both of them

next week so if you've got any good
ones, please pass them along. Thanks!

Oh, yeah...and I hate pink. Blech...
Can't believe I typed a whole stinkin' post in pink.

Monday, June 08, 2009

Nemesis


Piece of crap machine...
evil incarnate...


It doesn't help to imagine that you're rowing
on a pristine lake awash in dapple sunlight
when your trainer is hovering and
SCREAMING for you
to pull 500 watts.

I hit a new high today - 478.
I WANT 500.

DON'T congratulate me on freakin' 478.
I'm not celebrating coming close.
I want the dang 500.

Piece of crap machine...dang short legs...

You DO realize that my height
means that I have to pull faster
and harder to get 500 than some
long-legged, beefy-armed,
testosterone-riddled, 3500 daily calorie eating
BOY, right? Dang boys...dang physical advantage...

Piece of crap machine...