Excuse the early 90's (possibly late 80's, but SURELY not) R. Kelley lyrics. I know it's wrong, but I like his music. Just his music. Not his taste in women, ahem, I mean girls.
I've given up on the stupid elliptical crap this week and have abandoned all hope of laps in the pool uninterrupted. Excuse me while I mutter to myself about home-owner's associations and liability and can't be allowed in the pool without a lifeguard present during regular pool hours and nevermind that I was a lifeguard for five years and a swim team coach and I still teach swimming lessons but whatever *urgh*.
Where was I?
I've given up on the stupid elliptical.
I'm tired of working my butt off to stare at the same paint on the wall every day.
If I'm going to move, I prefer to actually move every now and again. Move in the sense of from one place to another.
Therefore, I've dragged out the best video work-out EVAARRR.
And by best I, of course, mean probably burns fewer than 100 calories, the music that was once hot is now cheesy and out-dated and why did I ever think Eric was attractive, but still this video is nothing but fun and will forever epitomize my Freshman year of college where almost my entire dorm had the video and we would get together in groups to work out to it . . oh dear, I've said to much, stopping now.
Anywho . . . I will not be on that stupid machine again for at least a week.
Instead I will be working out to: drumroll please
MTV's The Grind Workout: Hip Hop Aerobics circa 1995.
You know anything that was already three years old when you STARTED doing it is bound to be timeless. Oh yeah, baby. Tae-Bo ain't got nuttin' on this.