Poor little abandoned exercise video
Between the novel writing in November and the general craziness of December, I've badly fallen out of my attempts at an exercise routine. Just made it through my most challenging video. (The embarrassingly named but still surprisingly fun "Crunch Fat Burning Dance Party". On one hand, it's totally lame, on the other, I actually have a really good time doing it.) Oh, my poor shaky legs. Yes, we are out of shape again. Sigh. More exercise needed, lest I stop fitting in pants.
And all kinds of unpleasant exercises are vastly preferable to the horror which is pants shopping.
And all kinds of unpleasant exercises are vastly preferable to the horror which is pants shopping.
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I like being strong, and fast. (I mean, I'm not super strong or super fast, but I'm content with my two-and-a-half miles in 23 minutes.) Chuckro can lift more than me, but not that much more, and he's got the benefits of testosterone. And he can only outrun me for the first five feet or so - after that, he doesn't have a prayer of catching me. I like that I've got endurance. And I feel like the general fitness really helps with stuff like avoiding backaches and such as well.
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