Let’s work it out, baby
Hey, you guys. It snowed in Kansas City today! Like, I’m typing (Internet talking) 12-plus inches of snow. So, the entire city basically shut down. The office workplace closed and I relaxed, and worked in my sweats with my hair in Princess Leia buns.
I also did my weight and yoga routine because, duh – I go absolutely, bat crazy if I don’t move enough every day. Normally, on a no-snow day, I go to the gym and run. Today that wasn’t an option. So, I decided to go old-school aerobics and do an at-home cardio routine.
I stumbled upon this. It looks easy enough, right? I mean, I’m a lady who runs, like, five miles every day – I can totally kick this regimen’s ass. HAHA. It was my ass that was kicked. After finishing the workout, I believe I said, “dear god. That exercise was akin to being strapped down and having the devil dangle his hell-fire tinged testicles a centimeter above your nose.”
Graphic! And factual (probably.)
But the exercise worked. I was pooped. Tired. It actually reminded me of when I used to workout with my mom. When I was about six years old, I would sit parallel to my mom and we’d do the Jane Fonda workout. By the end, I was always tired. And, honestly, amazed at how bend-y my mom was (and is, for the record.)
So, while the workout was painful and reminded me why I used to hate breaking a sweat and going to gym class, it was ultimately useful, cardio-rific and memory inducing.