Believe it or not folks, Spring Break is closer than you think. Sunday marks the start of Febuary which means there is only a month and half for you to turn that beer gut into a six pack or to go from the color of cream cheese to a delicious caramel (do you personally pronounce it car-mel or cara-mel? I'm more inclined to the former).
Despite the fact Megan and I will probably both spend the break walking backwards for the U rather than lying on a beach trying to remember what we did the previous night, I have started a workout regime. Have you noticed the difference in my physique? Probably not since I hate working out and and my regime consists of dragging myself to the St. Paul Gym maybe once a week.
Megan, like most people, gets endorphins when she runs. But I feel like my brain is wired in reverse and rather than be happy, I get crabby. And when I'm crabby, we all know it's best just to stay away.
So society you can either have me a six-packed asshole or as a personable, unhealthy flab...but you can't have both.
Megan, like most people, gets endorphins when she runs. But I feel like my brain is wired in reverse and rather than be happy, I get crabby. And when I'm crabby, we all know it's best just to stay away.
So society you can either have me a six-packed asshole or as a personable, unhealthy flab...but you can't have both.
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Sam, you can dancercize with me. It releases endorphins without the actual strain of working out.
ReplyDeleteChoices include ballet sculpt, Latin groove, Jazz & Pop... and my personal favorite: CLUB FUNK.