My last run before Wednesday was May 2nd. May 2nd! No wonder my all of my summer clothes were too tight. I finally decided to do something about it. Maybe if I could get some self discipline. Any suggestions on where to find that?
Anyway, I exercised twice this week. That’s right. I physically exerted myself not once, but twice. Did I eat at least one pastry each day from Saturday-Wednesday? You bet your ass I did. But, I also exercised.
I went for a run on Wednesday and if you know me at all, you know I have a love/hate relationship with running. I love that it helps me fit in my clothes. I absolutely loathe everything else about it.
Instead of running, I did a Tabata workout tonight. A co-worker recommended Grokker, which has a ton of options for workout videos. I decided to do a 40 minute Tabata workout because I like to lie to myself about how physically strong I actually am.
That shit was no joke.
I heard myself whimper at one point.
It was during the 2nd round (out of 8) of push-ups. I whimpered, and then I collapsed as the skinny bitch yelled “You’re not done yet! You already think it’s hard? You have 6 rounds to go!” Well, Tasha,* you have 6 visible muscles protruding out of each arm so it hardly seems fair that we should be completing the same work-outs.
Alas, I did it.
I rested far more than was permitted, but I did it.
There’s really no point to this other than to warn anyone with jello arms and a Pillsbury Doughboy stomach to never ever try Tabata.
I honestly think I’d rather run.
*I have no idea if her name was Tasha but it seemed like an appropriate bitchy name.