Maybe she's not a personal trainer and is, in fact, a really wily serial killer?
I think Jillian Michaels is trying to kill me.
I'm on Day 3 of her 30-Day-Shred DVD workout and I am pretty sure every muscle in my body aches.
OH. THE. ACHES.
Technically speaking, I am on day 2, because I've done the workout the last two nights, and I won't do the workout again until this evening, but really, the point is, I HURT.
The workout is only 20 minutes, and yet, afterwards, I feel as if I might die.
Which is, I gather, the way I'm supposed to feel after the workout.
My reasons for this fitness routine are two-fold. Or maybe three-fold. (Thri-fold?) (Multi-fold?) (Origami-like?)
First, Husband and I, in the not too distant future, are extremely lucky in that we are going to go sit on the beach for a few days and drink rum and snorkel and get sand in unfortunate places, and I don't want to look like a whale whilst doing those things.
Second, our d*&n treadmill is STILL BROKEN. Allegedly, it might be fixed on Thursday. It's been over two months of monkeying around regarding the warranty and it's become tiresome.
Third, I recently found out I am going to have to have some surgery in May, and I've been told that it is better, all around, if one is having surgery, to be in decent physical shape before the surgery happens. And right now, owing to the broken treadmill and the bleak, hideous, gray and wretched winter we have just had - I am SO. FAR.OUT.OF.SHAPE that I cannot even see "in shape" on the horizon. Unless the shape is ROUND. Which is not the shape I am going for.
So, I will soldier on with this aching. And with this murderous woman who is trying to kill me.
Although, if I don't look any better in a bathing suit after 30 days of this, I might have to hunt HER down. (Kidding!) (Mostly!)