Typing hurts. I told you I'd write about my
Yeah? Well, I have some words for you, but they're not very nice.
After the windmills and a few other warm ups - we get into about 5000 reps of jumping jacks, skipping, and kicking yourself in the ass. No lies....you literally run in place and kick yourself in the ass.
The great thing to know is that I no longer "leak". I learned that when I get up first thing in the morning and pee, and then try to get every last drop out of my bladder, I can do this without wetting myself. Yay me.
After you've done enough jumping in place to ensure a nice long fully body perma-jiggle,
Sit ups, lunges (oh...the horrific pain of those damn lunges) and lateral lifts...that I even know these words hurt. Hubby laughs...but wasn't willing to come and do the workout with me.
Speaking of exercise partners - my kids thought that it would be fun to work out with mom. They've done a few videos with me. I have a yoga one (it's under a fine layer of dust right now) and a pilates one that I never did again after I attempted that bloody "100s" move (if you don't know what I'm talking about, Google "100s pilates" and you'll see why I banished that video). The kids have always enjoyed pretending to work out. I've enjoyed it to, because it's a riot.
This time, however, it was a different story. They started all excited. My little man starts doing jumping jacks at lighting speed. "Save your energy" I tell him. He laughs. "This is easy" daughter says. I laugh.
Keep in mind, this
My little man gave up and went to sit with daddy. My daughter, however, held strong and stayed with me to the very end. I shakily make my way upstairs to get a yogurt and some water. I'm sweaty, I'm sticky and all I can think of is "I wish I had a hot tub".
But I don't.
And I'm just on her "level 1"...I'm more than a little terrified to see what levels 2 and 3 are about.