This is Amy. She's my morning workout partner. She looks all sweet and angelic but I'm convinced that she's of the opposite nature....I shall call her "Luci" from this point on. Ever since our snow day at Stevens last Sunday (where this picture was taken), I've done nothing but endured sighs, expletives (both vocal and silent), single-finger salutes, and constant whining about the exercises I "force" her to go through in the mornings. Well, girlfriend, it ain't no tea party (complete with burnt toast :-)). If I wanted that, I would've joined Curves (LOL) or just bought a Wii Fit. No, we've got goals. We both participate in team sports and don't want to let our teammates down (me-hockey, she-soccer). We also have some endurance goals set up for this summer. Besides, we've built up a reputation in the gym, now, with our commitment to our workouts, the level of intensity...all the while maintaining a huge "fun" factor because we all know that the biggest motivator breaker is when the sessions become a chore. I've yet to meet her husband, Lee. I'm beginning to see why....he must love the "quiet" time when she's out of the house (LOL). So, message to you, Amy...quit your f'ing whining and see your ass early in the gym tomorrow. More jumps, more squats, more push-ups, more skates, more pull-ups. Otherwise, I shall heave that 15-lb. medicine ball (always driving primarily from my legs) in your direction to knock some sense back in your noggin'.
Signed,
Your loving Burpees Partner
2 comments:
oh wait
let me call the
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHbulance for you... so you can eat your burnt toast in peace
As JT says, "Cry me a river." In the meantime, Charles and I are scheming on a serious screamer session for you. He's happy to step in on the days I don't show up.
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