A few years ago, some friends and I decided to start working out and try to embarrass the local teens with our rockin' beach bods. Since I was a workout queen beforehand, the roles of 'exercise picker' and 'yeller' went to me. I had the experience to know that if you wanted to spot reduce, your only solution was to go under the knife...otherwise, do what I say! Do it! Do it! No whining! *giggle*
Oops. I'm reliving some moments...
Anyway, recently I made a deal with my sister to do the Insanity challenge for 63 days. I'm currently on day 29, and this, people, is why I spend my day sleeping instead of blogging. Shaun T yells at me daily and I don't have the energy to yell back. I do whisper my hate to him, and I do this more than once per workout. I can't deny the results, though. I also can't deny that I can now put myself in the position of my friends from those days past. There is a love/hate relationship with that freak yelling at you to do things that make you sweat and breathe with a whine. You hate them for how they make you feel, but then you love them for how you look or perform later.
So, in the spirit of this realization, I'm changing my tactic, at least with one person! I'm training with a buddy to run a half-marathon, and she's seeing a nicer trainer. I encourage her and don't employ the yell/giggle combo. The fact that we're starting our training a year ahead helps. We're doing all kinds of things, including high knees and butt kickers, and after the kinder (see fingers on the left) took photos of me doing those thing this morning, I now understand why my friends refuse to do them when they see cars coming down the road. I look like a dork. Officially. Judge for yourself...
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| Butt Kickers. I refuse to post my High Knees pics as I surpassed 'dork' and went straight into 'freak' mode. |
