Oh dear gods... why oh why did I think this was a good idea?
My house is pretty much the neighborhood hang out. We've got two teenage girls and a teenage boy living here, and all of their friends come out and hang here. Not to mention, I have a 20-year-old boyfriend.
And of course what do teenage boys love these days? UFC/MMA-style fighting. And so for the summer, they've decided to start an intense training program to get them in better shape for such things. Of course, most of them are in great shape anyway... swear to gods I'm wishing I was a 16-year-old girl sometimes...
So yesterday, I went jogging on my own. And I think it surprised them that this fat old white chick would go running.
This morning, one of the boys comes over, and asks if I want to go running with him and one of the others. "Sure, sounds great," says I.
Ha!!! Running with teenage boys? YOU WILL HURT. They will push you way past what you think is your limit. They will cheer you on. And inspire you. But yes, you will hurt oh so much!
We ran today. Not only did we run, they made me sprint a few times as well. As in full-on push myself to my limit, run as fast as I can SPRINTING. Holy hell in a handbasket dearies! I wanted to cry!
Not only that, I did cross-training today as well. I did pushups and situps and squats and kettlebell swings.
I am soooooo sore tonight. I don't even know if I'll be able to walk tomorrow.
I'm taking tomorrow off. But Saturday? It's ON again
Because I want to lose about 90 pounds.
Having a 20-year-old boyfriend with six-pack abs and a rock hard body really, really makes a girl want to look good for him.