PonderEthereal

We do this thing at work called the breakfast club. Everyone signs up for a day of the month and brings breakfast for the the rest of the breakfast club on their day. Mostly its bagles and donuts.. which I adore, dont get me wrong. But I cant eat that every morning or I will blow up like a balloon.

Unfortunately brain-work in front of a computer all day doesnt count towards working off calories. I have to actually like.. you know.. move my arms and legs to make that happen. But I need to actually move my arms and legs around anyways.. its.. healthy.. I think. So I was running.

Only running is horribly boring and I cant make myself do it sometimes. So I threw in some Billy Blanks a couple days ago.. remember.. Tae-bo? Large glistening black man with huge teeth in a leotard? I know, I know.. that is SOOOO 90s.

But.. Billy Blanks got my ass in gear three nights in a row. So its awl good - in tha hood. Yeah. But see Billy Blanks sneaks up on ya ass. Yeah.. see.. day 1, you dont feel it. Day 2, you dont feel it. So you keep working out. Day 3? You wake up.. streeeeaa… ouch.

I can hear Billy Blanks chanting ‘feeeeeel the burn.. thats right!’