Monday, July 9, 2012

Plyo...its no joke.

"I really hate you today".

Yup, I told Naydine The Trainer this today. You see...I was NOT in the mood.. In an attempt to get my ass in gear and rack up some some miles, I ran 5 Saturday and 10 Sunday for a total of 30 miles/week...and I slept like crap last night. I woke up grumpy, tired and not excited about my 7:30 appointment with the Ball Buster.

I begrudgingly dressed myself and marched my unhappy ass in the gym and was greeted with this:

"Today is PLYO, get ready to get your butt kicked!" (*smile)


I got busy and spent 30 minutes sweating, swearing and making my heart rate rise to levels I was slightly concerned about. Even some old dude stopped to watch. I'm sure I looked as stupid as I felt performing some of these moves.

She fondly refers to me as "her little firecracker", yeah, I got a firecracker for ya.

After completing 30 minutes of hell I marched my butt upstairs and hopped on the treadmill to get in my 5 miles. The first 2 miles were awful. I felt wobbly and uncoordinated and was quite worried I might fall off and cause a scene.

But I didn't.

I am glad I doing this though, its so nice to have someone to hold you accountable, to keep things exciting, and to make you laugh even when you want to punch her in the face.

Don't worry, I didn't take photographic evidence of this mess.

End of story.


  1. yah girl!! I need to get some plyo in my life. Great job on getting some miles in after! Badass! :)

  2. I know this feeling :) But you sound like you're rocking it!