You want to get real? Really real? P90X, bitches.
This shit is hilarious. The trainer is some loud-mouthed psycho who berates his companions constantly, making them laugh and screw up their exercises. He barely does anything himself.
The routine is based around muscle confusion, which is a fancy way of saying "do different stuff." Actually, I love it. There's nothing really special about the whole package, but the intensity and mock-motivation from the pack leader makes it hard to stop.
"Water break, BUT DON'T FUCKING SIT DOWN JESUS CHRIST."
More, please.
Man, if only they started you out with pull-ups that no out-of-shape person can do...
Oh wait!
If only they had the same terrible grunge riff playing on repeat for an hour...
What's that!?
If only my complete lack of a career or social life could guarantee me commitment...
Oh no you didn't!
Please, sir; I want some more.
Ahhhhhh.....
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Don't make this something you start and don't finish, now, Whofleck. 89 days.
Pheewrap will be watching, waiting.
Crispily.
Welcome back Pheewrap. I missed your sweet scent.
ReplyDeleteAs for P90X, the closest thing I've ever experienced to it was when I tried to give up masturbation for a while in high school. I lasted between 7 and 9 days.
I'm not good at life.
fucking plyometrics destroyed me, but fear not, pheewrap; i am a lean dynamo.
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