Thursday, July 29, 2010

Bring It.

Just started my first serious work-out routine not based around a competitive sport.
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.

3 comments:

  1. Ahhhhhh.....

    Ask CT about the merits of juggling simultaneous blog and fitness commitments.

    Don't make this something you start and don't finish, now, Whofleck. 89 days.

    Pheewrap will be watching, waiting.

    Crispily.

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  2. Welcome back Pheewrap. I missed your sweet scent.

    As 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.

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  3. fucking plyometrics destroyed me, but fear not, pheewrap; i am a lean dynamo.

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