Twice a week I get up at what some consider the
beastly hour of 4:30 a.m.
I guess it is rather early.
Why do I do this?
So I can be somewhere at 5:00 a.m.
So I can submit myself
And because I'm crazy.
This is where I have to be at 5:00 a.m.
The torture is inflicted by this man.
He does it with the best of intentions though.
Mr. Cool and I, along with 10 other equally crazy ladies and one gent,
have been having this little rendezvous
for about two years now.
The torture, er, um, workout, varies each time.
Today it was run two miles, abs, and these
I hate lateral jumps (yes, I'm
as surprised as you that I let Mr. Cool photograph me
attempting these lovelies).
I'm also not too fond of running, as Mr. Cool knows.
Ab exercises are also not my cup of tea.
So why do I keep going if I don't like
any of what Mr. Cool has
I need to lose weight.
I keep hoping that I'll wake up some day and I'll
weigh 130 pounds,
heck I'd settle for 150. Yeah, that's not going to happen.
Maybe, in the future, I'll blog about reaching my
Until then, I'll keep plugging away at the two mile runs,
plank holds, lunges, lateral jumps, suitcase crunches,
Ironwomans, stadium snakes, jump squats,
jumping jacks, up-downs, grinders,
split jumps, 180 degree squat jumps, and
for 100 yards.
Mr. Cool, 10 other women and I
have a standing date
twice a week at the football stadium.
Care to join us? It's
quite fun, really it is.
No, really, it is.