Good evening ladies and gents!!
Today, after work, I had two things on my mind: Zumba and Dinner.
While shopping for dinner, I passed what I’ll consider a sign from the powers that be, and stopped thinking about food entirely.
Clearly, I had to do something really stupid, because when life hands you lemons (or carts full of discount wine), make lemonade (or buy it.)
I picked up a somewhat classy bottle of Bogle Riesling (gotta celebrate the Summer of Riesling, right?) and an opposite-of-classy bottle of “Mixed Berry” Arbor Mist. Because sometimes… well, you gotta throw back a bottle of ridiculously cheap wine, college lady style. I’m hoping that my friend, Veronika, will wanna do a little wine tasting like we did before…. Then I can sneak in that Arbor Mist and see where the night goes!
Zumba was a success, for the most part. But I’ll be honest, by the end of the workout, I was feeling kinda ornery and tender in the ankle/knee region. And as I walked outta the gym, I passed these godforsaken motivational posters that I always see. Even though I love working out, by the end, I mostly end up hateful towards anything telling me to work harder. These posters are no exception. I thought I’d share with you my visceral reactions to these Les Mills Motivational Posters (note, these are all post-workout thoughts, I love motivation and Les Mills programs).
“Well, I guess… if today was different…. I’d spend most of it in the pose that you weirdos are doing. However, it’s not different, so I’ll try to continue it not looking like a tool. Thanks.”
“You’re right. This could be day one. Day one of getting a massage once a week, day one of sleeping 10 hours a day, day one of PLENTY more things than being fit. I know that you want it to be day one of lifting way more weight than I’m comfortable lifting in BodyPump, but I think I’ll go for the massage. Thanks.”
“You know what, BodyAttack? The hardest part isn’t deciding to go. I think the hardest part is that damn plyometric track where you force me to jump back and forth doing single lunges in a room that’s so hot I think the ground is actively sweating. Deciding to go… that was NBD.”
“Well, I know what’s stopping the young lady on the left, and that is the harness built into her shorts. As far as what’s stopping me… It might be a fear that the giant man in the back is going to kick me in the kidney, or the fact that the girl in front of me refuses to look back when she does those donkey kicks towards my face… Take your pick.”
Though these posters always inspire me when I’m going into the group fitness room, when I see them on the way out…. Let’s just say that they’re lucky they haven’t been ripped off the wall.
I think I’ll take the day off the gym tomorrow, my ankle was acting up by the end of Zumba and I’d love some time to finally unpack after this wild wedding weekend.
Do motivational posters pump you up, or tick you off?
For me, it’s a little of both…