Sunday...we went sledding. And drank a lot of beer. And rested in the hot tub. We did not shred. And I was dissapointed in myself. But Monday we shredded (Shred XIV)! Level one did not feel like it was going to get any easier. We busted it out as best we could, and then sat on the couch recouping.
Tuesday we headed back to the valley, and put off shredding till late at night. To make up for being lazy on Sunday, we turned up the heat to level 2. Holy cow it was tough! We had been consuming fat kid snacks up until about 15 minutes before we shredded, which made me feel like I was going to vomit halfway through circut one. Afterwards, we bitched about how hard it was as we watched The Bachelor.
This morning, I woke up fourteen minutes before my alarm. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. I was ready for action! I think the neurobiological effects of Jillian kicking my ass the night before set in. I decided to brave level 2 once more.
And let me tell you, nothing is more motivating during those pesky pendulum lunges than doing them in skimpy running shorts. When Jillian says the more you show, the more you know, she isn't kidding. My quads look like they did back when I played rugby. When they flex, they're rock solid and you can see the shape of the four little muscles busting out. The only problem with having rock star legs motivating you during a work out, is that staring down at your thighs tends to throw off your balance.
It has come to my attention that a work out just isn't worth it if you don't feel like you've gotten the crap beaten out of you by the end. I'm sticking with level 2.
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