As much as I kind of don't mind running, I HATE anything strength related. I'll run six miles for you before I'll do three squats and a crunch. Plus, since apparently, I'm a dude, I build muscle like one. So, three days of too many push-ups and I look like I'm ready to arm muscle The Rock (yes, I'm offering). Also, people start to question my sexual orientation. Just ask the boyfriend, whose first words he ever spoke to me were, 'so are you like a lesbian or something?'. It's quite the sweet love story.
Anyway, since, despite all my efforts, I'm getting older, just going for a jog isn't cutting it for this little piggy anymore. So, I decided to give 30 Day Shred a try, since I found out that I actually own it. It was sitting right next to the Jurassic Park DVD I was looking for.
Yesterday was day one and it's really not that bad while you're doing it, and I even went on a quick run with Joe first. When I woke up today, though, that was a different story. I felt fine before I got out of bed, but once I had to get up and start chasing around today's manager of mischief, I could definitely feel it in my legs.
I feel like such a bum, because I don't even find the workout to be impossible or anything, but lunges make me feel like I want to cry. I know, rough life over here. Maybe I'll finish eating this avocado and give it another try or maybe I'll just Instagram some pics of the kids, because they're being hella cute right now.
Come on, don't act surprised I went with option number two.
You can't make me.