The Burpees
I apologize for not blizogging yesterday, it was tax day, and there was a going-away party and a birthday party and an anniversary and since I am the de-facto Social Secretary of this gin joint, I had a lot going on.
But I FINALLY got to take my bike to fitness boot camp this morning and boy oh boy, it was terrifying fun. Granted, I haven't biked in a very long time, but I did alright. And then I did these. This is courtesy of the real Captain Quinn of the boot camp to which I belong:
posted by Tempy @ 9:28 AM
3 Comments:
OMG. I HATE those, they are so painful. Also, I've seen the "healthier, happier, hotter" me, I think his name is Neal Patrick Harris...that or back when I was "working for the government" and got to go to the gym as much as I wanted and had time to cook and go to museums...sigh.
my pee wee football coach used to call those squat motherfuckers. seriously.
Yeah, those are hard. Real hard.
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