Yeah, I try to forget it sometimes.
But then there are times where I hear people are doing it up or someone is thinking about trying it and then ask me for advice because they remember I did it for awhile and then I nervously laugh and look away, try and change the conversation or point out some shiny object.
But here is the God’s honest truth…
- Yoga tweaked my knee
FREAKIN YOGA, PEOPLE! And that DVD was the one I hated the most, by the way. And it couldn’t have come at a worse time. It was just a few weeks before I was to run the Scotia Half again. Did I really want to risk injury for the sake of the mediocre results I was getting? HELLS NO! Plus, I had a crappy race at that. So we gave it up TOUT DE SUITE! Plus it was mother lovin’ long. Hello?! attention span of a flee! Speaking of which…
- Time Suckage
I was unemployed when I was first trying them out, but really – those bad boys take up a lot of your time, which I have NONE now. Ok, that’s a wee bit hypocritical. This coming from a girl who will spend three hours running ONE race next weekend (EEP!), but really? An hour in my living room every day? Sometimes an hour and a half (frackin’ yoga)? Spent sweating? In front of my tv? In my living room? By myself? Really? That seems a bit boring. Oh wait…that’s number…
- My muscles aren’t confused, they’re bored!
Same thing. Over and Over. Week in. Week out. Oh wait. You give me a teeny bit of variety in there after four weeks. Just a smidge. Barely perceptible. Yup. Bored again. I’ve done this before. *yawn*
Give me the open road! Give me scenery! Give me variety! GIVE ME SOMETHING, DAMMIT! Because after a week or two, I’m getting HELLA BORED and I want to turn off the bloody dvd. This is why I hate the 30 Day Shred. I hate the same thing over and over and over and over and ZZZZzzzz…
- Tony Horton
Good GOD! I get that you have to be ON and motivating and cheery, but tone it the eff down. If I wanted cheerleaders, I’d watch cheerleaders! If I wanted cheese, I’d look in my fridge! And no one is THAT damn happy to be working out! Plus, you’re dogging it most of the time, dude! That flying trapeze chick is working up a sweat and you’re busy giggling like a school girl. Does not make me want to get ripped, X-style, or whatever.
BUUUUUUUUUUUUUT, in all fairness, it IS a good workout.
Would I try it again? Who knows? The testimonials out there are crazy amazing. The before & afters are PHENOMENAL. But you have to be committed and driven. I clearly wasn’t. There wasn’t enough there to keep me interested. Perhaps if it was a program that I had to physically go to, at an interesting venue with interesting people, then YES – I’d be all over that shizz. Alas, my crappy lil apartment is not conducive to a major fitness transformation.
Maybe once in awhile I’ll visit you and we’ll share some laughs.
Just not for yoga.
The sight of you in those tights is something NO ONE should be subjected to.
That’s technically number five.
Trust me - You’ll thank me later.