“Just leave those heavy weights out, guys. Sunshine’s here for the next class.” So, today’s PlayFITStayFIT workout was a 1-2-3-4-5 format. Now, some of you may think that those are reps. They’re not. They’re not reps. They’re minutes... No no. I absolutely knew that. But even though there’s an enormous difference between five reps of … Continue reading Leg Day. Just…Leg Day
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Return to PFSF. Kind Of.
So, everything hurts. I haven’t been going to the gym. You may have noticed. My lack of whining and complaining. About J-Vicious. I still whine and complain. About the other stuff. All of the other stuff. And I’m completely incapable of motivating myself through my own made up strength training. I have to be told … Continue reading Return to PFSF. Kind Of.
A Taylor Swift Workout Session
“I’m surprised BB is letting you go to the gym so much this week instead of resting up for whatever big adventure she has planned.” I’m on call this weekend. Can’t adventure. I’ve got a note from my boss. So I worked out yesterday morning. At home. I was gonna run. But people die in … Continue reading A Taylor Swift Workout Session
The End of a Friendship
You know those mornings where you can’t get out of bed? Literally? Like, you have to do a couple of practice stands before you can actually force yourself up? And fully out of bed? My neck/shoulder rigor mortis is back. It went away after last night’s PlayFITStayFIT workout. Because J-Vicious worked the hell out of … Continue reading The End of a Friendship
Leg Torture Day
“Sunshine? Can you come out here for a minute?” That’s never a good sign. “Oh no. This is very good.” See, it was the way he emphasized very. That led me to actually believe him. So when he pointed to my shoeless car. And said I not only needed rear brake pads. But front break … Continue reading Leg Torture Day
Arm Day Number Four
I just woke up. Covered in a fairly thick layer of grime and dried sweat. And I can’t move. I didn’t shower when I got up yesterday. In anticipation of my evening plans. Despite my reservations. And some folks’ taunting. I showed up for Arm Day at PlayFITStayFIT yesterday. At around 4:55. Thought I walked … Continue reading Arm Day Number Four
Managing My Motivation
“The last exercise that we’ll do is Fall Risk’s favorite. And we’ll do 50 of those.” I know what Fall Risk’s favorite is. We all know what Fall Risk’s favorite is. We don’t know why they’re her favorite. But we know what they are. But Fall Risk wasn’t even “in” virtual class tonight. So I … Continue reading Managing My Motivation
Pandemic Brain
“Why haven’t you learned anything I’ve taught you about cheating in gym class?” Because I’m a pure soul incapable of deception? See. The problem was. Fall Risk loves manmakers. Are you familiar with this bullshit? So you take a set of dumbbells. And you burpee with them. Except instead of just a standard bullshit burpee. … Continue reading Pandemic Brain
Dorito Socks and Heavy Weights
You ever get a delivery? From Amazon? During a global pandemic? And spend 17 1/2 minutes staring at the box? On your porch? Trying to remember what in hell you possibly bought? There’s a point where you try to determine who might hate you enough to ship you a box of the Covid. Meh. You’re … Continue reading Dorito Socks and Heavy Weights
Virtually Active
I just finished my second pot of coffee. It's either that or eat. Nonstop. And I'm trying to use my school stomach. Like the memes keep telling the children to do. But y'all. I'm struggling. I'm struggling in a really weird way. Like, I'm ok. But I'm also not ok. At the same time. I … Continue reading Virtually Active
