I am slightly obsessed with the HBO show "True Blood." I watch religiously and own a couple of True Blood shirts. True. Very true. These two shirts are my very favorite shirts to workout in. I think I get a better workout in those shirts. Yeah, I just admitted that. I'm not sure what it is, but something about wearing TEAM BILL or Bon Temps Football across my chest makes working out at 4:15 in the morning that much more bearable. True Blood shirts are to Trisha's workout as Prom dresses are to Prom. Yup, I said that.
I must have the correct pants to workout. I NEED a drawstring and they need to be capris. If they are full-length sweatpants, I will most definitely be stepping on the bottoms at some point in the workout. And you all know, the pant legs MUST be equal length, otherwise, I have been known to check the length in the middle of a workout. I would also like to say that I am looking forward to the next season of True Blood as well as last season's episodes to come out on blu-ray.
I enjoy the occasional company when I am working out. Last week, I was astonished when Ruca found her way downstairs with me. She was right at my feet, behind me and under my head the entire time. I would pet her and kiss her when I could, enjoying the company of my girl, which hadn't happened in years. I tripped on her a couple times and I got her to lie down on the couch for a bit, but she kept getting up and nudging my legs. It wasn't until I was done an hour later, came upstairs and found that the dogs' water tank was empty and the bowl was bone dry. Yeah, she was trying to tell me that my whole workout. I didn't listen. Bad mommy. It was all good when I filled the tank and she slurped a lot down.
Dutch has joined me a couple of times while I workout, but his motives are because it is has been unseasonably warm and even warmer in our house upstairs. He retreats to the basement to chill out. Fortunate for me, he finds a place to lay down away from my feet. He watches the whole time. I can only imagine what he is thinking when he watches me. I think he is thinking, "wow! She is wicked awesome at this Turboma Fireplace stuff! She can move! She moves like the wind! She looks like Chuck Norris when she moves!"
I would like to say that I look nothing like Chuckie or the people on my DVDs. I have caught glimpses of myself in the reflection on the TV and I look incredibly ridiculous. My technique is off and I look like I am moving in slow-motion. It is so strange, in my mind, I think I am rocking it and imagine that I really do look awesome while working out. The reality is that my pants start to fall down, my gut then pours over the top of my pants and then that gut just jiggles over and over and over again while I am jumping around. If that isn't bad enough, my arms are jiggly and when I mean jiggly, I mean JIGGLY. Yet more reasons to solidify my working out in my basement. As if the other reasons weren't bad enough? It just keeps getting worse the more I think about it. Ha!
I am still waiting for it to stay light out longer so I can do my two rounds of pup walking at night. Nope, still don't take them together. Each one still tries to get ahead of the other. Plus, I look at it more like spending quality, one on one time with each of the pups. Each one separately is an excellent walker. Together = a steaming hot mess.
As much as I do enjoy getting my workouts done in the wee hours of the morning, I do find that my drive is way better after I have spent some time waking up. My energy level is different hours after I awaken as opposed to 15 minutes. I suppose it is logical that it is that way. I encourage anyone that is wanting to START SMALL to get up a little earlier than normal (whatever your work schedule is) and get the workout done and over with for the day. My mental clarity suffers when I choose to sleep later. Aside from that, I know that there will come a day when Ty will stay up later and I won't be able to get a really good workout in at night. The other night, he and I ended up lying on his bedroom floor when he would normally be winding himself down in his bed, and we sang songs and pointed out shadows on the ceiling and wall. That was well worth the sacrifice of my evening workout.
I have decided that I will show Ty the new TaeBo workouts and see what he thinks. He may not like them and I may be forced to go back to the VHS until the VCR eats them.
Signing off for now, to all of you near and far and to those of you wondering if I really do look like Chuck Norris when I move, until next time...
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