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Wednesday, 17 April 2013
Another Wednesday and I just do. not. feel like writing about celebrities again.
I think it's because I'm feeling sympathetic towards them today. You see, yesterday I decided it was time to get my ass in gear for summer (aka live in a bathing suit season because it's 100+ motha fuggin degrees out) and so I went to Pinterest and found myself some workouts to get this party started with.
Next I had to find myself someone to drag along with me to the fires of hell to keep me motivated. And, really, just someone to actually make me work because I'm the type to quit once I start getting tired.
Enter my bestie slash neighbor slash newly crowned ass kicker, Kelly:
We headed to the gym with our fancy new Pinterest workout thinking it would be a breeze and we'd just look like a scene out of The Hills where their make up looks perfect and there's not a strand of hair out of place in their perfectly sculpted ponytails.
Wrong. Very, very wrong.
Not to mention, neither one of us even knew where the entrance to our complex gym was.
And yes, we went to the wrong door first.
If it weren't for my loud sailor mouth during the workout, this would have been the most embarrassing part of this story.
Soon there after, I was d-e-a-d ded, drenched in my own Chardonnay infused sweat, and my face color resembled Barney's.
This workout is no joke... Actually, it's hellish, if we're being honest. I cussed loudly at Kelly, and everyone else in the near vicinity, the entire way through it.
Even though that 30 minute workout sucked horribly, I'm ready to go at it again tonight. Because I'm a glutton for punishment. Or maybe I'm just slightly vain in my desires to look smokin' and toned in a bikini this summer. Yeah, it's the last part that's the true statement there. Sorry... but not really.
Here's the fires of hell I plan on jumping in tonight.
You know, just to assure that I'm extra waddley when I see Erin for the first time tomorrow (!!!!!!!!!!).
I think it's because I'm feeling sympathetic towards them today. You see, yesterday I decided it was time to get my ass in gear for summer (aka live in a bathing suit season because it's 100+ motha fuggin degrees out) and so I went to Pinterest and found myself some workouts to get this party started with.
Next I had to find myself someone to drag along with me to the fires of hell to keep me motivated. And, really, just someone to actually make me work because I'm the type to quit once I start getting tired.
Enter my bestie slash neighbor slash newly crowned ass kicker, Kelly:
We headed to the gym with our fancy new Pinterest workout thinking it would be a breeze and we'd just look like a scene out of The Hills where their make up looks perfect and there's not a strand of hair out of place in their perfectly sculpted ponytails.
Wrong. Very, very wrong.
Not to mention, neither one of us even knew where the entrance to our complex gym was.
And yes, we went to the wrong door first.
If it weren't for my loud sailor mouth during the workout, this would have been the most embarrassing part of this story.
Soon there after, I was d-e-a-d ded, drenched in my own Chardonnay infused sweat, and my face color resembled Barney's.
This workout is no joke... Actually, it's hellish, if we're being honest. I cussed loudly at Kelly, and everyone else in the near vicinity, the entire way through it.
This shit sucked. It sucked so bad.
But today it feels good. And once I was done it felt amazing. Really, really good. I don't know, I like when my muscles feel sore. I like feeling like I really pushed myself.
And trust me, I did. Regardless of if I missed touching my knee to the ground on a few lunges.
What I don't like is how pissed the dancer in me is that my legs are so out of shape.
Even though that 30 minute workout sucked horribly, I'm ready to go at it again tonight. Because I'm a glutton for punishment. Or maybe I'm just slightly vain in my desires to look smokin' and toned in a bikini this summer. Yeah, it's the last part that's the true statement there. Sorry... but not really.
Here's the fires of hell I plan on jumping in tonight.
You know, just to assure that I'm extra waddley when I see Erin for the first time tomorrow (!!!!!!!!!!).
You can bet your ass it will take me longer than 15 minutes.
And you can also bet that I will be cussing my way through it again. Because I already know it will suck. But hey, Carrie Underwood didn't get those amazing stems by sitting on the couch watching Honey Boo Boo and munching on Bagel Bites. Well, at least I don't think she did... I haven't actually asked her.
Anywhoodles (thanks for that one, Ty), I'm off to go waddle around my office and play good employee again today. Wish me luck!
Oh, oh! and don't forget to come back tomorrow to link up with Erin and I for our one day link-up, When I Grow Up... because when I grow up I want to have a plastic surgeon personal trainer who will make sure I have the bod of a Victoria's Secret model.
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