Seriously, where did On the Wagon and 3 Sheets to the Wind come from? More importantly, why was it collectively decided that these, and other, random phrases would become common euphemisms for things that are easily described? I have absolutely no idea what the origins of the phrase 3 sheets to the wind are, but for some reason I know it means that the person has had too much to drink. I believe I have googled this multiple times, and each time I have been unsatisfied with the resulting explanation.
I did learn that On the Wagon has some origins in Medieval England where those sentenced to the Death Penalty were given one last opportunity to have a drink as they were being taken, via wagon, to the gallows. Apparently there was a pub near the gallows, and the wagon dude would go by it before the prisoner faced his untimely demise. Should the prisoner decide against the final drink, they would call out that he was "On the Wagon" and proceed on. I guess by simple evolution, falling off the wagon simply meant that you weren't on it anymore and had returned to the company of the bottled spirits. This is mildly depressing to me. I had always hoped that Fallen Off the Wagon was some hilarious reference to drinking to excess at the Budweiser plant, hijacking the signature wagon and Clydesdales, only to fall off and become trampled. I may just stick with my theory anyway. Its not like these theories are really factually accurate. I read the England theory on a forwarded e-mail, which is obviously the most solid source anyone can rely upon.
But this theory gets me to thinking, if the England theory is true it is really genius marketing by the pub owner when you approach it by modern perspective. I mean, the crap people will pay attention to today really amazes me. I'm not above it, mind you, but its still mind boggling. Just last night, within hours of each other, I descended to the depths of hell to watch LeBron James crap on the city of Cleveland then allowed the Insane Bride a brief respite of Betheny, the Real Housewife of New York City, who screamed at her gay wedding planner that she would "rip his dick off" if her wedding cake didn't taste like she wanted it. We are relatively intelligent couples and we watch this shit at home. You mean to tell me that bar wouldn't be packed to see the prisoner hauled off to the gallows? I would be excited about it, only if I could wager on whether or not he would decide to have the drink.
Regardless, this is all prelude to saying that I severely fell off the wagon this week in regards to my Insanity output. Last week was strong. I got all 6 workouts in for the first time in weeks thanks to a substantial amount of cajoling from the Insane Bride and the Rationally Insane Sister. However, I promptly returned home this week and did not do anything. Monday was a wash with wedding festivities. Tuesday and Wednesday were hijacked by a bumbling Defense attorney from L.A. who basically ruined my week. I was so tired Wednesday night, I forgot to set my alarm for Thursday so I woke up without sufficient Insanity time.
I did return home Thursday night (after drinking with a colleague and watching LeBron) to see the Insane Bride faithfully powering through her workout. I even jumped in on a couple when I felt like she needed some inspiration. I found that the workouts are much easier when you can breath and don't feel like you are about to pass out, so I got that going for me.
I did workout this morning. VICTORY!!! I fear the message boards at beachbody.com because of my lack of enthusiasm. I'm thinking its time for a P90X/Insanity hybrid which will be in place for the last 70 days of my single life.
You read that right people, 70 days. I wish I could fast forward to September.
Finally, shout out Daniel and Sarah for jumping on the Insanity train. At last check, they are three workouts in and ready to kill themselves. Welcome to the club, and now random side references and the Shaun T voice will be much funnier....trust me.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Heismans and Lucky Choices
Time to break down two or three of the more ridiculous moves that Shaun T (who has now taken to referring to himself in third person, a fact that brings me more joy than free beer at a football game...well, maybe not that much joy, but a lot of joy) expects you, the worker outer, to do.
Diamond Jumps - these things are brutal. Not satisfied with simply jumping in the air and tucking your knees up into your midsection ("jump-knee-tuck...the MOTHER" - Tony Horton), Shaunt T decides that instead you should jump in the air while simultaneously pulling your heels and feet together under you, and touching your fists together over your head at the top of the jump. When properly executed, the worker outer takes the form of a diamond. When done by the rational groom, it looks like the token overweight cheerleader who's mom bankrolls the squad even though the uniform doesn't quite fit her right. These things are the devil.
S-S Jumps - These make an appearance in the warm up...THE FREAKING WARM UP! You put your hands on the floor, with straight arms directly under your shoulders. You start with both feet at approximately a 45 degree angle, with your butt in the air (probably really attractive at my house at 5:30 in the morning). You then pull your feet into your stomach while also moving them across your body so that it sits again at a 45 degree angle (for math geeks, the distance your feet travel would be equivalent to 90 degrees. You do this constantly for 45 seconds, or however long Shaun T feels like making you do it. They are hard, and if I don't tuck my shirt in, I have to stare at my belly which reminds me that I have a long way to go.
Switch Kicks and Floor Switch Kicks - The poster children for how INSANE these workouts really are. The standing version is included in the fit test. It requires you to hold your elbows out in front of you with your fists up by your shoulders/face. You then proceed to kick one foot straight out without drawing it back first, kind of like a leg raise. As you drop your foot, you have to kick the other foot out in front of you. At high speed, you are essentially hopping while kicking in front of you. These suck. Then the floor version, you sit with your feet under you and your hands back, with your stomach in the air in a table position. You then kick alternate kicking your feet in the air until you collapse from exhaustion (about 15 seconds for me).
I bring up all of these moves for a common reason. As I'm doing them, I am pounding on the floor with my feet and also gasping for air. Today, during my workout I was torn from the torture to contemplate how lucky I am to have a bottom floor apartment. My apartment hunt went something like this
Me: Do you have apartments?
Them: Yes.
Me: How much do they cost?
Them: More than you can afford.
Me: Thanks for the John Coffee
Two Weeks Later
Them: We have one you can afford, but it won't be ready until Sunday when you have to move out by.
Me: Where do I sign?
So I didn't really bargain for the first floor, and really it wouldn't matter because P90X and Insanity were only conceptual theories to me at that time. But had I been saddled with an upper unit, I think these workouts would have been impossible, as my neighbors would think there was a constant earthquake happening. This was really lucky.
One last move is the Heisman and its cousin the 1-2-3 Heisman. They are pretty unremarkable, except for the past two workouts where the bane of the Insane Bride's existence, Tanya, gets straight heisman-ed during the love fest that follows every workout. I chuckled to myself when I saw it both times, then thought "I should write a blog about that."
Then I chuckled and went about my life. In case you are wondering, the wedding is getting close. The Insane Bride and I have but 2 free weekends between now and our blessed union. I am pretty excited about it. It can't get here soon enough.
Diamond Jumps - these things are brutal. Not satisfied with simply jumping in the air and tucking your knees up into your midsection ("jump-knee-tuck...the MOTHER" - Tony Horton), Shaunt T decides that instead you should jump in the air while simultaneously pulling your heels and feet together under you, and touching your fists together over your head at the top of the jump. When properly executed, the worker outer takes the form of a diamond. When done by the rational groom, it looks like the token overweight cheerleader who's mom bankrolls the squad even though the uniform doesn't quite fit her right. These things are the devil.
S-S Jumps - These make an appearance in the warm up...THE FREAKING WARM UP! You put your hands on the floor, with straight arms directly under your shoulders. You start with both feet at approximately a 45 degree angle, with your butt in the air (probably really attractive at my house at 5:30 in the morning). You then pull your feet into your stomach while also moving them across your body so that it sits again at a 45 degree angle (for math geeks, the distance your feet travel would be equivalent to 90 degrees. You do this constantly for 45 seconds, or however long Shaun T feels like making you do it. They are hard, and if I don't tuck my shirt in, I have to stare at my belly which reminds me that I have a long way to go.
Switch Kicks and Floor Switch Kicks - The poster children for how INSANE these workouts really are. The standing version is included in the fit test. It requires you to hold your elbows out in front of you with your fists up by your shoulders/face. You then proceed to kick one foot straight out without drawing it back first, kind of like a leg raise. As you drop your foot, you have to kick the other foot out in front of you. At high speed, you are essentially hopping while kicking in front of you. These suck. Then the floor version, you sit with your feet under you and your hands back, with your stomach in the air in a table position. You then kick alternate kicking your feet in the air until you collapse from exhaustion (about 15 seconds for me).
I bring up all of these moves for a common reason. As I'm doing them, I am pounding on the floor with my feet and also gasping for air. Today, during my workout I was torn from the torture to contemplate how lucky I am to have a bottom floor apartment. My apartment hunt went something like this
Me: Do you have apartments?
Them: Yes.
Me: How much do they cost?
Them: More than you can afford.
Me: Thanks for the John Coffee
Two Weeks Later
Them: We have one you can afford, but it won't be ready until Sunday when you have to move out by.
Me: Where do I sign?
So I didn't really bargain for the first floor, and really it wouldn't matter because P90X and Insanity were only conceptual theories to me at that time. But had I been saddled with an upper unit, I think these workouts would have been impossible, as my neighbors would think there was a constant earthquake happening. This was really lucky.
One last move is the Heisman and its cousin the 1-2-3 Heisman. They are pretty unremarkable, except for the past two workouts where the bane of the Insane Bride's existence, Tanya, gets straight heisman-ed during the love fest that follows every workout. I chuckled to myself when I saw it both times, then thought "I should write a blog about that."
Then I chuckled and went about my life. In case you are wondering, the wedding is getting close. The Insane Bride and I have but 2 free weekends between now and our blessed union. I am pretty excited about it. It can't get here soon enough.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Eye of the Tiger
I wish I could wake up to this song every morning, but mostly I probably need it on Saturdays. My faithful followers know that I missed a workout two weeks ago (during recovery week, so I contend it doesn't count), and that I was none too pleased with myself. Unfortunately, I also missed a workout last week. It was the Saturday morning workout again.
With my weekday workouts, I know I have to get up early to do them, because I know I am not going to do them after work. This usually works because I get out of bed and within 5 minutes, Shaun T is exhorting me to "Dig Deeper" or "Push, Push, C'mon Y'all" or some other inspirational quote. This is important because my mind isn't really awake until midway through the warmup, which coincidentally is when I contemplate taking my first break of the workout.
On the weekends...this definitely does not happen. First, I don't set an alarm because I want 2 days a week where my body just wakes up and is not jarred from its blissful slumber by the annoying sound of an alarm clock. Second, I don't rush to workout on the weekends, because I want to take my time and remember what the inside of my apartment looks like.
Add in the World Cup, and I have a very small window of opportunity to workout on the weekends. Thus, I suck at working out on the weekends.
On the bright side, I sampled the delicacy that is a Hodad's cheeseburger. Pretty tasty stuff. I think I need a tour of delicious burgers to really make an informed decision, and I need to taste them all in short order. The lineup...in no particular order:
1) Waterfront Burger
2) Rocky's Burger
3) Hodad's Burger
4) Double Double from In-n-Out
Sounds like a good weeks eating to me. Maybe I'll wait till after the wedding, which is really starting to creep up. Don't want delicous burgers to derail the train to buff city...but they probably will.
With my weekday workouts, I know I have to get up early to do them, because I know I am not going to do them after work. This usually works because I get out of bed and within 5 minutes, Shaun T is exhorting me to "Dig Deeper" or "Push, Push, C'mon Y'all" or some other inspirational quote. This is important because my mind isn't really awake until midway through the warmup, which coincidentally is when I contemplate taking my first break of the workout.
On the weekends...this definitely does not happen. First, I don't set an alarm because I want 2 days a week where my body just wakes up and is not jarred from its blissful slumber by the annoying sound of an alarm clock. Second, I don't rush to workout on the weekends, because I want to take my time and remember what the inside of my apartment looks like.
Add in the World Cup, and I have a very small window of opportunity to workout on the weekends. Thus, I suck at working out on the weekends.
On the bright side, I sampled the delicacy that is a Hodad's cheeseburger. Pretty tasty stuff. I think I need a tour of delicious burgers to really make an informed decision, and I need to taste them all in short order. The lineup...in no particular order:
1) Waterfront Burger
2) Rocky's Burger
3) Hodad's Burger
4) Double Double from In-n-Out
Sounds like a good weeks eating to me. Maybe I'll wait till after the wedding, which is really starting to creep up. Don't want delicous burgers to derail the train to buff city...but they probably will.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
My Body Weary
Every workout this week has the words MAX in front of it. I have survived two workouts thus far. I say survived because you don't really complete these workouts, as much as you try not to pass out while doing it. Two days in and there are parts of my body that are sore, that I didn't know could be sore. Like portions of my ribs and the muscles on the side of my upper back. Holy crap. Why should those parts of the body ever be sore? It is ridiculous, but I digress.
After each workout is done, the DVD shows infomercials for other BeachBody products to help you get into shape (which to me is kind of weird since Insanity would seem to be the best product to lose weight). At any rate, the BeachBody crew all make an appearance on the various workouts. Tony Horton has, by my count, three products being endorsed, and he is goofy as usual. But Shaun T has two other programs, Hip Hop Abs and Shaun T's kid camp fit club or something.
First of all, after seeing the commercial for the kids I immediately wanted to create one for the sole purpose of buying that video for him to do. Predictably, this was met with heavy resistance from The Insane Bride, so I guess I will have to wait a few years and hope nothing better comes on the market to keep my kid in shape.
Second, the Hip Hop abs program bills itself as a revolutionary program that sculpts your abs without requiring you to get on the floor and do crunches. The Insane Bride's ex crush, Tanya, makes an appearance, further lending credence to her status as "Professional Worker Outer." But highlights of the workouts are shown with a voice over detailing, that "Fitness Trainer, Dancer and Choreographer Shaun T will lead you through the workouts blah blah blah..."
As a result, it is planted in my subconscious that Shaun T is a choreographer, and now I can hear him count down workouts like a choreographer would, and it kind of weirds me out. Also, sometimes when he's exited about transitioning between workout moves, he yells like Fat Man Scoop and I chuckle to myself.
At any rate, Shaun T references and impersonations are sky rocketing between The Insane Bride and I. It really brings us untold amounts of joy to have entire conversations in the Shaun T voice.
On the Wedding front, I had my first tinge of pre wedding nervousness when I dreamt that the wedding was taking place and I had to write heartfelt letters of appreciation to members of my family to go with the soccer ball the Insane Bride and I purchased them, while the Insane Bride sat in a hotel room arm chair, with both arms up, in a white dress (not a wedding dress) in a zen like state of concentration and with a towel wrapped around her hair. I know, I'm weird and my dreams are weirder. I've stopped trying to understand it, and I can only hope it provides for some entertainment to my faithful (4) readers. Thank you for your attention, time to await further punishment at the hands of the brain injured dancer with ridiculous abs. Tilt Tuck and Tighten.
After each workout is done, the DVD shows infomercials for other BeachBody products to help you get into shape (which to me is kind of weird since Insanity would seem to be the best product to lose weight). At any rate, the BeachBody crew all make an appearance on the various workouts. Tony Horton has, by my count, three products being endorsed, and he is goofy as usual. But Shaun T has two other programs, Hip Hop Abs and Shaun T's kid camp fit club or something.
First of all, after seeing the commercial for the kids I immediately wanted to create one for the sole purpose of buying that video for him to do. Predictably, this was met with heavy resistance from The Insane Bride, so I guess I will have to wait a few years and hope nothing better comes on the market to keep my kid in shape.
Second, the Hip Hop abs program bills itself as a revolutionary program that sculpts your abs without requiring you to get on the floor and do crunches. The Insane Bride's ex crush, Tanya, makes an appearance, further lending credence to her status as "Professional Worker Outer." But highlights of the workouts are shown with a voice over detailing, that "Fitness Trainer, Dancer and Choreographer Shaun T will lead you through the workouts blah blah blah..."
As a result, it is planted in my subconscious that Shaun T is a choreographer, and now I can hear him count down workouts like a choreographer would, and it kind of weirds me out. Also, sometimes when he's exited about transitioning between workout moves, he yells like Fat Man Scoop and I chuckle to myself.
At any rate, Shaun T references and impersonations are sky rocketing between The Insane Bride and I. It really brings us untold amounts of joy to have entire conversations in the Shaun T voice.
On the Wedding front, I had my first tinge of pre wedding nervousness when I dreamt that the wedding was taking place and I had to write heartfelt letters of appreciation to members of my family to go with the soccer ball the Insane Bride and I purchased them, while the Insane Bride sat in a hotel room arm chair, with both arms up, in a white dress (not a wedding dress) in a zen like state of concentration and with a towel wrapped around her hair. I know, I'm weird and my dreams are weirder. I've stopped trying to understand it, and I can only hope it provides for some entertainment to my faithful (4) readers. Thank you for your attention, time to await further punishment at the hands of the brain injured dancer with ridiculous abs. Tilt Tuck and Tighten.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Tired Jokes, Vuvuzelas, Brain Injuries, and Street Fighter II
As is eloquently detailed by my erudite fiancee, this is recovery week in the Insanity system. I have faithfully been working out every day this week, after missing a workout last weekend (which I am not too proud about). One good thing about recover week is that the workouts are not as intense. The bad thing is that it is the same workout for 6 straight days.
When I did P90X, my biggest fear was getting tired of doing the same workouts because I would have to deal with Tony Horton and his lame jokes every week. For the most part, I survived particularly because you only have to do each workout once a week, and the routine changes every three weeks, which is the basis for his muscle confusion. It also confuses your brain, and takes a longer time for you to grow accustomed to the jokes or side stories, or people in the workouts, so it isn't that bad.
As of this morning, I have done the Core Cardio and Balance workout 4 straight times, and I'm starting to lose my mind. This morning, I contemplated laying down and watching Argentina instead of Shaun T. Then I heard the incessant hum of the horns at the World Cup and thought better of it. I get it, its a part of their tradition, but other than that, I don't see any redeeming quality behind those damm bee noise makers. In fact, I think it detracts from the experience namely because old crotchety fat sportswriters have something new to bitch about when tearing down soccer (previously it was the low scoring, dives, and ties).
But I digress. After 4 straight viewings of this 38 minute video, you start to notice things you had previously missed. This is the recovery workout, so you are supposed to get your heart rate up, but not so much that you are exhausted at the end (as you normally would be after an Insanity workout). As a result, there are a lot more breaks between exercises, and a lot more Shaun T explanations.
I pride myself on my impersonation skills, but only of people I think I know. In perfecting my Shaun T impersonation, I find myself talking like I have a brain injury which requires me to enunciate and speak slowly. This kills the Insane Bride every time I do it, and I think she laughs even more now that I pointed out that it sounds like he landed on his head wrong or something. The moral of the story: brain injuries can be funny I guess.
On a related note, you start to notice the people in the video a lot more as well. You start to see that the women in the video are really the stars of the show. They are always killing it and rarely take breaks. The guys seem to be on the verge of failure every time, and Shaun T always has to make them take breaks. The Insane Bride had an initial crush on Tanya, but judging by her last post, it seems to have faded. I didn't feel strongly one way or the other about her in the beginning. She's crazy in shape, but she is over the top almost constantly. Still, I felt like I had a weird prior connection with Tanya but couldn't put my finger on why I found her so strangely familiar. So I went to Google and Youtube and realized what it is.
TANYA IS CHUN LI FROM STREET FIGHTER II!!!!!! Its the only rational explanation. She jumps around like her, she screams like her, she has stupid facial expressions just like Chun Li has when she wins a round. Its too good to be true. I have take the liberty of locating Chun Li sound files for your review. I swear thats what she sounds like.
http://www.kikouken.com/audio/wavs/default.htm
When I did P90X, my biggest fear was getting tired of doing the same workouts because I would have to deal with Tony Horton and his lame jokes every week. For the most part, I survived particularly because you only have to do each workout once a week, and the routine changes every three weeks, which is the basis for his muscle confusion. It also confuses your brain, and takes a longer time for you to grow accustomed to the jokes or side stories, or people in the workouts, so it isn't that bad.
As of this morning, I have done the Core Cardio and Balance workout 4 straight times, and I'm starting to lose my mind. This morning, I contemplated laying down and watching Argentina instead of Shaun T. Then I heard the incessant hum of the horns at the World Cup and thought better of it. I get it, its a part of their tradition, but other than that, I don't see any redeeming quality behind those damm bee noise makers. In fact, I think it detracts from the experience namely because old crotchety fat sportswriters have something new to bitch about when tearing down soccer (previously it was the low scoring, dives, and ties).
But I digress. After 4 straight viewings of this 38 minute video, you start to notice things you had previously missed. This is the recovery workout, so you are supposed to get your heart rate up, but not so much that you are exhausted at the end (as you normally would be after an Insanity workout). As a result, there are a lot more breaks between exercises, and a lot more Shaun T explanations.
I pride myself on my impersonation skills, but only of people I think I know. In perfecting my Shaun T impersonation, I find myself talking like I have a brain injury which requires me to enunciate and speak slowly. This kills the Insane Bride every time I do it, and I think she laughs even more now that I pointed out that it sounds like he landed on his head wrong or something. The moral of the story: brain injuries can be funny I guess.
On a related note, you start to notice the people in the video a lot more as well. You start to see that the women in the video are really the stars of the show. They are always killing it and rarely take breaks. The guys seem to be on the verge of failure every time, and Shaun T always has to make them take breaks. The Insane Bride had an initial crush on Tanya, but judging by her last post, it seems to have faded. I didn't feel strongly one way or the other about her in the beginning. She's crazy in shape, but she is over the top almost constantly. Still, I felt like I had a weird prior connection with Tanya but couldn't put my finger on why I found her so strangely familiar. So I went to Google and Youtube and realized what it is.
TANYA IS CHUN LI FROM STREET FIGHTER II!!!!!! Its the only rational explanation. She jumps around like her, she screams like her, she has stupid facial expressions just like Chun Li has when she wins a round. Its too good to be true. I have take the liberty of locating Chun Li sound files for your review. I swear thats what she sounds like.
http://www.kikouken.com/audio/wavs/default.htm
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I'm SOOOOO Tired
The title says it all. The Insane Bride hates when I say it, and also hates when I waive my hand at her and make weird noises. We have a very healthy relationship.
Anyway, she is the best. We are going to go sample cake at the moment, Shaun T be dammed. Maybe Insanity is really doing the workouts while continuing to eat cake and have a beer every once in a while. None of this "doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome."
Regardless, I'm in trial, my head hurts, Shaun T jacked me up this morning making it 10 of the last 12 days that he has done so, and I have more work to do this evening. All that, and I decided to blog about it. I know, keep it to yourself right? I probably should, but I figured that if you didn't want to know what I was thinking you wouldn't click on over. I probably should have warned you.
Is it the weekend yet?
Anyway, she is the best. We are going to go sample cake at the moment, Shaun T be dammed. Maybe Insanity is really doing the workouts while continuing to eat cake and have a beer every once in a while. None of this "doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome."
Regardless, I'm in trial, my head hurts, Shaun T jacked me up this morning making it 10 of the last 12 days that he has done so, and I have more work to do this evening. All that, and I decided to blog about it. I know, keep it to yourself right? I probably should, but I figured that if you didn't want to know what I was thinking you wouldn't click on over. I probably should have warned you.
Is it the weekend yet?
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
No Friends at 6:00 a.m.
So I have been faithfully following the Insanity workout schedule for the past week. I replaced the "Recovery" day with YogaX from P90X, but other than that it has remained the same. As is fabulously detailed on www.theinsanebride.blogspot.com each workout ends with me in a pile of exhaustion, dripping with sweat, and gasping for oxygen to curse, and with Shaun T without his shirt on and telling you to drink some sort of sponsored recovery drink.
This morning was no different. However, I had two revelations after finishing the workout. First, at the end of each video, Shaun T throws up a peace out and then all 10 or so people congregate and congratulate each other on the workout. And these aren't brief high fives or fist pounds, I'm talking full hugs with extended embraces. This always confuses me because everyone is dripping with sweat. The men all have their shirts off and the women in this video are rarely dressed in anything but a sports bra and some small workout shorts. Considering I am typically still searching for air when the workout ends, I don't understand how these people feel it would be a good idea to start hugging each other when they are all dripping with sweat. Its similar to what will happen this month in the World Cup. Really, what better way to commemorate a Soccer game than to receive a sweaty Jersey from a member of the opposing squad. Doesn't that make you want to play?
As I stood pondering this first thought(and still pouring sweat), a sense of resentment led me to be genuinely upset that I don't get to high five everyone too. There has to be some upside and I want to know what it is. I mean, I did the same workout they did, but probably took more breaks, I want the same recognition and validation. In vain, I searched my apartment to high five someone, but remembered that few others (besides my lovely bride to be) are even awake at 6:23 a.m. let alone putting themselves through Insanity hell. So I high fived myself, and made a mental note to high five the first person I saw today.
In wedding news, we are almost at the 100 day mark. I am considering making a paper chain a la grade school students make to count down the days before Christmas/End of the Year. I am considering using old jury instructions and correspondence from Access Group, but I feel like that would put a damper on the festivities. When its completed, I'm totally hanging it up around my office. It will go nicely with my ant farm and it will provide a good reminder that the train to Buff City is quickly approaching.
This morning was no different. However, I had two revelations after finishing the workout. First, at the end of each video, Shaun T throws up a peace out and then all 10 or so people congregate and congratulate each other on the workout. And these aren't brief high fives or fist pounds, I'm talking full hugs with extended embraces. This always confuses me because everyone is dripping with sweat. The men all have their shirts off and the women in this video are rarely dressed in anything but a sports bra and some small workout shorts. Considering I am typically still searching for air when the workout ends, I don't understand how these people feel it would be a good idea to start hugging each other when they are all dripping with sweat. Its similar to what will happen this month in the World Cup. Really, what better way to commemorate a Soccer game than to receive a sweaty Jersey from a member of the opposing squad. Doesn't that make you want to play?
As I stood pondering this first thought(and still pouring sweat), a sense of resentment led me to be genuinely upset that I don't get to high five everyone too. There has to be some upside and I want to know what it is. I mean, I did the same workout they did, but probably took more breaks, I want the same recognition and validation. In vain, I searched my apartment to high five someone, but remembered that few others (besides my lovely bride to be) are even awake at 6:23 a.m. let alone putting themselves through Insanity hell. So I high fived myself, and made a mental note to high five the first person I saw today.
In wedding news, we are almost at the 100 day mark. I am considering making a paper chain a la grade school students make to count down the days before Christmas/End of the Year. I am considering using old jury instructions and correspondence from Access Group, but I feel like that would put a damper on the festivities. When its completed, I'm totally hanging it up around my office. It will go nicely with my ant farm and it will provide a good reminder that the train to Buff City is quickly approaching.
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