3 miles on the treadmill and a random workout video later and I’m pooped. Not so much from the running but from following the instructions of a skinny minny woman in a tiny leotard. This particular video was a “body ballet sculpting” video, whatever that means! The reviews say it’s the same woman that trained Natalie Portman for The Black Swan but I think she is just a woman who has perfected the art of torture. You know, the kind of torture that’s like watching a crazy woman prantcersize, but in your arms.
Seriously, my arms are on fire. Who does she think she is making my muscles do things that they haven’t done in years?!?!? I can’t even imagine what they are gonna feel like in the morning when they feel like this now. I’m in for it. At least it wasn’t as bad as this workout.
Even though I think that woman may make my arms fall off I plan on returning to the torture; something that hurts that bad must be doing something good. It’s what I’m telling myself these days.
Just lie to me, ok, and make me think it’s making a difference.