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Last spring I was reading a friend’s blog and noticed that she’d issued a challenge to her readers: 30 Days of Jillian Michaels’ 30 Day Shred. I was intrigued. I was also – dare I say it – inspired. And for reasons I have yet to fully understand, I immediately thought, “Okay. I’m in.” AND I SIGNED UP FOR IT.
CLEARLY SOME FITNESS-MINDED ALIENS SEIZED CONTROL OF MY MIND.
So I drove to the Target and bought the DVD and decided that the very next day would be Day One.
OH MY MERCIFUL HEAVENS.
But in a delightfully unexpected turn of events, I found out that my friend Melanie had also committed to the challenge. I cannot overstate the importance of this discovery because HELLO, ACCOUNTABILITY, NICE TO SEE YOU. We also realized that we were both planning to set aside some time to “shred” in the afternoons, but we were sort of blase’ about it because the workout only lasts 20 minutes, and how hard could that be, right? I mean, I can do all sorts of things for 20 minutes: I can lift the fried chicken off of my plate and put it into my mouth, I can repeatedly mash the buttons on the TV remote, and I can also send and receive countless text messages while continually sipping an ice cold diet Coke.
You may be picking up on why the aliens seized control of my mind and convinced me to sign up for the challenge in the first place.
So on that fateful spring afternoon, when there was not another living soul in my house, I turned on the DVD and got ready to feel the burn. I even wore my brand new lavender leotard and hot pink leg warmers.
Oh, I kid because there was a time when I really did own a lavender leotard and hot pink leg warmers.
I will spare you all the details of my initial foray into shredding, but suffice to say that within the first five minutes of the workout I was thinking Not Nice Things about Jillian and her perky fitness compadres. It didn’t help that Anita – who was quickly becoming my new BFF since she was in charge of showing us the “modified” moves, aka The Moves For Those Of You Whose Primary Form Of Exercise Has Been Pointing Your Toes While Typing – had abs so defined that I thought at first they must surely be the creation of some subtle airbrushing, only to realize that OH, those abs are totally real, and MY WORD, they are spectacular.
However, I moved past my bitterness, soldiered through the workout (does it tell you something that I was actually relieved when it was time for the ab segments because that meant I got to LIE ON THE FLOOR?), and y’all, when those twenty minutes were over, my leg muscles were so exhausted that my very first thought was I’ll never walk normally again.
Sure enough, I spent the next forty-five minutes trying to figure out how I was going to walk without looking like some straight-from-the-boondocks contestant on America’s Next Top Model who is trying to impress Tyra with what she thinks is a fierce runway walk. The only way I could manage to keep my knees from locking up was to lift my the tops of my legs to a forty-five degree angle with my waist, then sort of kick out my leg until my foot hit the floor, and later, when Melanie and I were laughing until we cried about The Day Jillian Nearly Killed Us, I described my new walk as something along the lines of what you’d expect from a demented clydesdale.
In other words: it was very sexy and now.
And since I had absolutely no hope of being mobile for day two of The Shred since WHOA, NELLIE, LEGS WERE A-SMARTIN’, I figured that maybe I could track down some sort of beige marker and spend my twenty minutes watching Jillian tell me to WORK HARDER and PUNCH IT OUT while I drew ab muscles on my stomach in an attempt to replicate Anita’s rockin’ six-pack.
Certainly I was climbing to new heights of fitness!
Or at least I would have been.
If only I had been able to, you know, stand up.
So.
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my friend and I both made a “serious commitment” to home fitness and bought exercise balls to use when our kids were little. As I was driving down her street one day, her green ball went bouncing right by my car with a herd of gleeful kids behind it. As I walked up to her with questioning eyes, she just said, “yeah, I know. I give up.”
I’m a pretty consistent exerciser…have been on a regular routine of getting up at 5am to run then participate in bootcamp every Mon/Wed/Fri for about a year and a half now. Since I live in Houston, it is particularly hot and humid starting in about May. I decided it was time to take a hiatus from the early morning routine when I was able to literally take the bottom of my shirt (while it was still on my body) and wring it out so that a rather large puddle of sweat came out of it. Gross! Nobody sweats like I do. For the time being, I’m going to the gym (at a decent hour) and using the treadmill and participating in classes like bodypump.
After my daughter was born (9.5 years ago), I bought a video TAPE of Tae-Bo. It was not the right workout for a woman who had just given birth for the first time. ouch
The funny part is that my husband woke up after I did the morning after my first workout with Tae-Bo and had bruises on his shins from me kicking him during the night.
years ago and i mean YEARS, i would try and workout to denise austin and i would always crack up on how she would start her “count and hold” routine…”Now, four, now three, now two, and one”
I bought the shred once….and while i was doing it…all the jumping almost vibrated the t.v. off the table!!!!!!!!!
I totally remember doing Jane Fonda’s workout in 8th Grade PE class.
After my firstborn turned one I decided to sign up for a fitness bootcamp in the area. (Read: my baby was 1…those last 10 pounds couldn’t be blamed on “I just had a baby!”) During week two we were instructed to sprint as fast as we could to the end of a field and crab walk back to the start line. I took off in all my running…umm..glory and about 3 strides into it I tripped, flew into the air and landed flat on my face about 8 feet from where my ankle had twisted. I then limped back to the start line, covered in mud. Classy. I even won an award for being fearless…or something like that. My work out pants still have a mud stain on them.
I was next to a lady, that was a bit older than me, in pilates class. She did the thing that I feared I would do. During an attempt to strengthen our abs she farted. Not once, not twice but three times, really loudly. OMG, I was so embarrassed for her.
One time when I was at State I actually decided to try out the Sanderson center with a friend and I went to some sort of aerobics class. Yeah, I looked silly. Not for me!!
I remember doing Denise Austin’s “Rock Hard Tummies” video from the 80’s with my mom. We thought it was hilarious! Poor Mom. :)
I joined a gym in high school. Not sure why…it seemed like a good idea at the time. Trust me though; those that know me would be shocked by this. I must have thought that I could blend in…look like I knew what I was doing. Belonged there, even. Tons of people do this “sort of thing,” right? Once there though, I realized how out of my element I was! Being completely out-of-shape, I was particularly winded after a short stint on an “elliptical”. I must have been somewhat disoriented too, or else someone’s baby-oiled muscles must of caught the light just right and temporarily blinded me…because I walked right into the Men’s Dressing room and sat down to catch my breath. I remember slumping my shoulders, letting out a huge, exhausted ‘Ahhhh’…and not registering that there were half-naked men all around me…until one of them finally said, “Are you okay?!?” No. Obviously. Not at all!
Haven’t joined a gym since!
Uncoordinated girl plus the “grape vine” equals many injured class mates. I guess exercising solo is the safest option for me now.
I actually recall doing “Buns of Steel” – the original -with the dude in spandex and the head band talking about “squeezing those cheeseburgers” out of your buns/thighs or whatever you happened to be squeezing at the time. I wonder if he is still out there somewhere peddling his buns of steel…
While subbing for the PE teacher this past spring, I thought I would join the students in five minutes of jump roping. Sounds so simple. But within about 30 seconds my bladder decided to get back at me for allowing three children of my own to sit on it for nine months. I decided then and there that jump roping would never be in my exercise program.
Does taking the lid off the jar of mayo count? Oh, I know!! Exercise could be when I go to Sam’s and cruise the aisles looking for free food ( they refer to them as samples). Surely that did burn up some calories.
Pretty much anytime you have myself and fitness – it’s funny! I am so not coordinated!
I always tend to be over zealous and do too much the first day and then it’s two weeks before I’m able to do anything again! Instead of starting out with 2# weights to tighten up my arms, I thought 5# weights would be better. Could not take a deep breath without great pain for several weeks!
this is so embarrassing i don’t want to share it, but my sister and i were doing pilates together and i couldn’t help myself…i passed gas…when i started laughing i passed more. we laughed and laughed and never did pilates together again.
My funny fitness story is a Shred story, too! I was doing the 30 Day Shred and one day my husband decided he wanted to work out with me. He was always going to the gym to work out while I was at home “shredding”. . . . Well, 5 minutes into level 3 and he was hollering at Jillian! Calling her names, fussing and carrying on. It. Was. Hilarious! And I think he learned that my 20 minute work outs were serious! :)
we were visiting my brother in Florida for Christmas. we were walking thru Sears, in the tools department. I found a stud finder tool. I held it up to my brother and said “nope”. we all cracked up.
Zumba, zumba, zumba – it’s quite hilarious to watch this large gal sweat it out at zumba. But for once, I’ve found an exercise class I actually like!!!
Oh goodness . . . those little one-piece baby blue p.e. uniforms we had to wear in junior high. And how weird is it when your memory is more about what you wore than what you did. :)
Let me just say, 100 lbs overweight and jumping rope. Yup, NOT pretty.
My lack of rhythm has always been hilarious in aerobics classes!
I signed up for a half-ironman triathlon and drastically undertrained despite my dad’s warnings about how tough it would be. It made for one very, very long (and funny in hindsight) day. :)
I guess this is related to fitness: my flight attendant friend was on a flight with Richard Simmons and said that he sang (rather than spoke) his drink choice, sang when he was asked a question, sang every word that came out of his mouth. And, was quite pleasant as he did so. :)
funny exercise story… hmmm.. how about the time I was in highschool weight lifting class and I was straining to lift the weights over my head and expelled gas… I was SSOOOOOOO embarrassed… ugh… hope none of my classmates read this.
After my first day of shredding last year,my legs were so sore I couldn’t get up from the toilet without using my arms for support!
Totally bit it on the treadmill at the gym. I was completely airborn as I was slung off the back.
I may need to go to bed: I just had to retype my name three times.
Well, this is more humiliating than funny!
I was a fitness instructor for years, getting started in college as a way to make some extra dough. Right out of college, I kept teaching on the side to stay in shape. Anyway, one day as I was setting up for class, one lonely pregnant woman showed up early. I had never seen her in class before so I decided to make small talk and make her feel comfortable. My first question, of course, was “when are you due?” Her response was a curt, “I’m not.”
I. wanted. to. die.
And, she never came back!
In my defense, I found out later she had recently given birth and was only a few weeks post-pardom. For the record, I have NEVER UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE ASKED ANYONE THAT QUESTION SINCE!!
Well, there was the time I was walking the dog and stepped in a muddy spot on the sidewalk which caused me to fall. My head bounced a couple of times and I ended up at the doctor’s office, head X-rays, etc. The bruising on my forehead and around my eyes was, shall we say, colorful. Fortunately, no serious injuries except to my glasses which had to be replaced.
I decided to take up jogging, so I entered a 5K for motivation. However, it did not motivate me to train and I was the last one to finish. The race organizers even had to come ask me to speed it up at the end so the kids’ fun run could start. Needless to say I did not ever become a runner.
One summer, I decided to start running. I did fine for the fist week or so, but then one day I tripped over my own foot and fell into a parked car while someone was sitting in it! I was SO embarrassed!!!!
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my first week of college, I went to the gym to try to preemptively avoid the “freshman 15″…unfortunately I didn’t know how to adjust the treadmill…so it started going faster and faster until it threw me off!!! I ran out of that gym and didnt come back for at least a semester… :)
i once fall got my foot stuck in the back of an elliptical machine at the gym. Not only was it painful, but it also was extremely embarrassing. I just laughed it off as I hobbled out of the gym.
If you decided to put the “30 Day Shred” video away, think again. Stick with it BooMama because it really works. I was a bit skeptical myself when I saw what only 20 minutes a day could produce.
I am a long distance runner and really that is all that I do. My goal is to run a marathon in all 50 states and so far I have 11 down and ONLY 39 to go. I started running regularly after college to rid myself of the freshman fifteen that just never left after my freshman year. I LOVE to eat and won’t give up my wine, so dieting wasn’t even an option. Now, 18 years later (I’m turning 40 this year), I did lose the extra weight and I’m still running. THE PROBLEM: Once your body gets used to longer distances it acclimates and doesn’t really change…hence the reason I thought I’d give Jillian’s 30 Day Shred video a shot (not to mention that I think Jillian totally rocks and I’ve never missed an episode of The Biggest Loser…I LOVE that show). Not to mention that my “muffin top” keeps getting bigger every year….what’s up with that?
Anyway…..I’ve been “shredding” now since the beginning of June. I try to do it daily, but have missed some days here and there. I have absolutely noticed subtle changes in my body. My abs are tighter, my muscles are much more defined, my pants are much looser and for once I actually feel sore after I workout. That’s how I can tell it’s “no joke”. Sweat actually drips of my nose and eyebrows when I do this video. I haven’t actually weighed myself (I don’t believe in that), but I can absolutely tell my clothes are much looser. The best part of all….I haven’t changed my diet at all.
I do, however have one warning…..beware of jumping jacks. If you’ve had kids like me you might want to add some extra protection in the nether parts. It never fails that my bladder just can’t take it. Good thing I’m in the comforts of my own home or we would have a big problem.
Give the 30 day shred another try. Muster through the pain…it gets better. What’s 20 minutes a day? Now you can eat and drink to your hearts content and still look great!
Fitness funny? Being compared to “fat on a griddle” while doing aerobics :)
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When I was in college, at Mississippi State (threw that in for you BooMama), my girlfriends and I would all go work out at the Sanderson Center together. As you may recall, the treadmills were all in the same room as the weights. Well, on one particular afternoon, my friend and I were running on the treadmills, and I was in the zone. All of the sudden I heard someone from behind me yell my name. It was one of my really attractive male friends who was just wanting to get my attention to say hello. He got my attention alright…and I got the attention of everyone in the room (including the football team who were also all in the room lifting weights at the time) b/c I turned to look behind me and say hello and WHAM! flew off the treadmill at warp speed!
As I lay there mortified, my wonderful, dear friend and the guy I was turning to say hello to sat there pointing and laughing at me! Nice! I think it was about a month before I showed my face in the Sanderson Center again!
I think it’s funny that I took up running on March 31 in order to run the Peachtree Road Race this July 4. The week of the race, I pulled a muscle in my calf while biking on vacation. I was still a little sore the day of the race, but didn’t think much of it because I’d not been running for long so something was almost ALWAYS sore. Both legs were SCREAMING by the end of the race (which I ran/walked, per my plan). One of my legs didn’t stop screaming. I’ve run exactly once since the Peachtree, two weeks after the race to see how’d do. Not smart. I’ve had two massages in the last week to try to get rid of the muscle soreness. I expect several in my future. So, yeah… I royally hurt myself running the race that I took up running for. Maybe not so funny, actually, but thinking it’s funny keeps me from crying about it. :)
How about the time I went out & bought a fitness machine. Spent TONS of money on it, only to trip over it in my bedroom, hurt my knee…and it hasn’t been right since. Sold the machine a week later for a fraction of what I paid for it!
Oh my, the first time I went to a yoga class there were several people, how do you say it? Releasing gas. Yes, there were. And I was able to maintain composure until the instructor started encouraging them “to let it all out, this is very cleansing and natural.”
Thankfully, I have never been to another yoga class like that one.
Jr. High…nuff said?? Anyway, I was on the track team. Mom would not let me shave my legs so I was the only one running my heat with knee socks on! Needless to say I didn’t ever do well for all the stopping to pull them up as they fell down!! Embarassed someone would see my hairy legs!!!! So embarassing! :)
p.s. the first time I did The Shred (which was also the second to last time I did The Shred) I was so mad because it is NOT 20 minutes, it is 28 minutes. I did not sign up for 28 minutes.
I belonged to Gold’s Gym when I was 16 and took an aerobics class with some middle aged women who were very Jane Fondish. They didn’t talk to me much and when they mentioned what they were making for dinner, I chimed in a said,” Ya, I ate a whole row of Chips A’hoy before I got here.” Dumb.
i once attended a soccer camp that was sponsored by a new, highly caffeinated soda pop… oh the improper burps! but we couldn’t seem to get enough – we still chuckle at the poor choice to give lil kids caffeine!
My favorite humorous fitness memory is the time my mom and I tried a Windsor Pilates videos. I saw my mother fall over on the floor 50 different ways trying to do all those moves. We were laughing so hard, there wasn’t much exercisin’ goin’ on. It’s a very fond memory, actually, I have of my mom :)
Oh, this one was embarrassing! I was in a bootcamp class with a friend. We got to the abs section where we has to buddy up and take turns doing sit-ups while holding our partner’s feet. Well, it had been a tough workout – and I hadn’t worked out in a while – so I was, um perspiring. A lot. So I dripped on my friend’s face, and she reacted by saying loudly, “Stop sweating on me!” So naturally the whole class stared at us!
My friends kept bragging about how flexible they were doing yoga and pilates. I told them that i was very flexible and limber when i was much younger. I tried with all my might to touch my toes and kept stretching until i finally did it…but their was one problem. I coughed for some reason and pulled out my back. Needless to say, I could not stand up so i rolled over on the floor a while and my friendput Bengay on me!
Doing a work out video with my 14 year daughter. I was sure I was having a heartache and needed oxygen . . she is looking at me like I am crazy . . . “Come on Mom . . . it wasn’t THAT hard.”
My friend and I used to go rollerblading at the beach. As I was blading, I got distracted by a good looking guy playing volleyball. I rolled right off the sidewalk and into the sand; went face first into a bench and chipped my front teeth. So not only did I embarass myself in front of the good looking guy; I had to walk around with a chipped front tooth for a week until I could get into the dentist.
After college I joined a fitness club. It was the kind of place where you felt like you needed a new “fitness wardrobe” to fit it. In an attempt to look like I knew what I was doing, I decided to jog on a treadmill…my first time ever. All was well as I climbed onto the only empty one in a row of what looked like treadmill regulars. I was trucking along, getting engrossed in the talk show on the TV mounted on the wall. Then suddenly, I veered off the treadmill path. Tripping, stumbling, and somehow regaining my balance…but not my dignity.
So I’m out walking (you know, with a bit of speed – that makes it fitness) and a huge, vicious bug decides it likes the hem of my shorts. I swish it away and keep walking. The monster chased me down and bit the back of my thigh. After I finished my jig/scream/wiggle/thrashing in the middle of the neighborhood, I limped home. The bite spread to encompass most of the back of my leg and I didn’t sit comfortably for a week. Thus ended my walking that summer….
A few years ago I attended the Senior Citizen’s Exercise Class that my mom taught at the senior center…my daughter and I both had to take a breather halfway through the class…but my 72-year-old mother and her other “senior” class members just kept on going! Good grief, how embarrassing!
Imagine my embarrasment when I was in my fitness class and I realized after having my 2nd child, that jumping jacks were not going to work out well for me. I decided my bladder needed a more “low-impact” warm up exercise.
My embarrassing workout moment was when I was running outdoors (well, more so jogging to be honest lol) and saw two cute guys on the other side of the street so to impress them I started sprinting (even though I was already out of breath) and blasted my ipod music to gear me up. I guess I was so focused on trying to assume proper sprint form and pumping it up that I sort of zoned out from reality because I literally ran into a bus stop sign. It was so humiliating I ran all the way back home as those guys smirked at my mishap! ahh!
I work at a University and there are great fitness classes offered (that I rarely make it to). Anyway, I decided to check out a Pilates class. Well…apparently, three players from our basketball team had lost a bet or something because the commentary coming from them as they struggled to keep up with the class had me laughing so hard I could barely exercise. Clearly, they were not there by choice! Those athletes were suffering and the irony of it all was the funniest thing ever :)
Oh, so many! Left my half slip on (accidentally rolled up under my jersey) in high school basketball…it unrolled on my first lay up! Getting kicked in the head by a guy in college karate. Kicking a gal square in the tush in adult dance class and nearly breaking her tail bone. Crashing my bike in the middle of the street in front of Sonic (which I was turning in to, lol!), nearly drowning when my pony tail dislodged my mask while snorkeling, and on and on and on. Which might explain why I am still fluffy!
In college, my friend and I decided to go power walking around campus. We were about 10 minutes into our walk when a guy in a passing car yelled out the window, “Big Bootie Hoes!” Our first reaction…Are they talking to us? Ha! We may have big booties…BUT we were NOT hoes! Ha! We have laughed about this story for years now and still use it as motivation!
I once took an African dance class with 3 friends. The poor instructor kept looking at me and saying *very seriously* “LISTEN to the beat.” And I felt like, I am TRYING! It was crazy. My body is not made to do African dance, but I had a great time trying.
Jazzercize-that’s all I’ll say about that.
I definitely ran off the treadmill last week when I tried to look at my Ipod for too long! Youch! scg00387 at yahoo dot com
I did the Biggest Loser workout for the first time the morning before I had to go to work and teach. Good.gracious.the.pain. I couldn’t stand up without saying, “Ughhh!” for three days. My 2nd graders were so worried about me.
My story is me at my first Hot Yoga class. Think of a short, very chunky (read “fat”), not so limber (read “pitifully out of shape”) girl doing yoga in a room that is heated to 120F. I spent the majority of the hour lying on/stuck to my mat, sweating like a…well,let’s just say REALLY sweating, and trying to drink enough water to replace the buckets I was losing through my pores. While everyone else looked so serene, calm and even glowing while they had their fannies raised in the downward dog, I was wondering two things: at what point of class would I lose consciousness, and would anyone notice and call 911.
The happy ending is I did stick it out for many more sessions and plan on going back in the fall. I’m still fat, but the limber is getting better.
A few of my college friends convinced me to try aerobics one time. It’s one thing to be uncoordinated, but I take uncoordination to a whole new level! I tried to hide in back row, but there is no hiding with those dang mirrors in the front. I had the teacher cracking up at me. I’ve never been back since.
I have a series of four workout videos, one of which is cleverly titled “High Round Assets.” I’m sure you can guess what it targets.
The first time I did it, my 10yod came in the room and asked why I was crying. Now, whenever I finish that DVD, I think, “Well at least I didn’t cry.”
I was at the YMCA with my older sister and she was on the treadmill beside me. Suddenly, (and for no reason whatsoever,) she tripped and fell onto her knees which was sad and not funny but then she flew off the back of the treadmill, (she had been running so it was on a high speed,) and she landed against the wall behind us. She was hysterical and once I saw she was ok I lost it. Funniest sister moment ever.
I used to live in Mauritania (south of Morocco, north of Senegal, in Africa) which is a very conservative, isolated Muslim nation. A friend of mine opened a gym with women’s hours. It was the funniest thing going to work out there. For one, they’d wear cast-off exercise clothing, or sometimes simply lingerie–old, faded, form fitting (and these are large women). Then they didn’t really want to lose weight, since fat=beautiful there. So for aerobics, the teacher and I would be working hard, and everyone else would be languidly waving their arms, or gently kicking their feet. They believed a draft would make you sick, so in 105-degree heat we couldn’t turn on the AC or open windows. It was a definite experience!
Taking a two week 5 a.m. Marine Corps boot camp and waking up at 1 a.m. on the third day, laying on my back, with raptor arms, unable to move.
I have just hit my third trimester with Baby #3, and about a month ago I picked up a used copy of a pregnancy workout dvd. My husband looked at it and said, “I predict you will use that 4.5 times.” And I was all, “SO NOT true,” as I envisioned my daily workouts followed by me just sneezing the baby out in late September and then going for a jog (even though I’ve never been a jogger).
I haven’t even watched it yet. Let alone actually USED it. This is my week. That’s what I keep telling myself. At the rate I’m going, though, I won’t even hit his 4.5.
I’m a runner. But I’ve been told I run like a double-flagellated cell. My knees knock together and my feet kinda spin in circles… But I persist, no matter how goofy I look in the race photos they send you. Do you really want to know how many times I’ve tripped on the trails or had to go to the bathroom in the woods on a long run? Not pretty. But running lets me eat my doughnuts somewhat guilt free.
I signed my 4 year old for a Summer Sports Camp as an introduction to the world of sports and fitness. The classes are at a local school where there is a playground right next to the field. About half way into the class we were practicing running and kicking a soccer ball when my son abruptly stopped and said, “Can we go to the playground and have fun?” I said, “No, we ARE having fun doing this.” To which he replied, “Mommy, running is not fun, it’s work.” I could not agree more!
I thought it would be fun to take a dance class for my PE requirement at Ole Miss. This was the year a new dance instructor from NYC/Broadway was hired as the new dance expert. Gone were the days of just jumping around and having fun. I had to work! I had to perform a routine I choreographed. OMG! The pressure! Needless to say, I barely got through the class.
Zumba with my best friend. We laughed the whole time!
I played co-ed softball for ONE season. When I tripped running to first base I realized it wasn’t my sport.
It’s always funny when I run right off the treadmill. haha
My not-so-flexible husband + yoga= FUNNY STUFF.
One word…Jazzercise!
It would definitely be playing the ‘hoola hoop’ game on Wii fitness. Everytime i do it I laugh because I know how silly I must look!
Mine would have to be the time that I was doing some fierce crunches at the gym and didn’t have a clue until I got home that my shorts had a hole the size of Texas in the crotch. To make it worse; I was wearing days of the week underwear! Fun times I tell ya!
Me doing anything related to fitness…now that’s funny!
Recently, I was at the gym with my trainer, and I got too busy talking, and rode right off the end of the treadmill!
I’ve just started the C25K app and right now I can’t think of anything fun or funny about it. I am sure at some point I will be laughing at the thought that I could not even jog for a measly one minute, a mere 60 seconds…not funny one bit! :)
I loaded up the kids, drove to the YMCA, got the kids signed into childwatch, went to the locker room, started changing clothes and realized I was wearing my slippers. My white, fuzzy, furry slippers. The tennis shoes were at home right by the door where I put them so I wouldn’t forget to change shoes before I left. I had to do the walk of shame back to childwatch and explain why I was picking the kids up mere minutes after dropping them off. We went home and tried again another day.
Does anyone remember fitness centers years ago–like back in the early 80’s? I was a kid and went with my older sister to “workout”. They had these contraptions–you put this belt around you(your butt, waste, thighs) and it vibrated and went crazy. Just thought of this the other day–guess we were jiggling the fat right off of us! HA!
The summer I got married, my roomate and I got very motivated to workout. We would head to the gym on the Air Force base at around 10pm most nights and get a good workout in…a good workout followed by “protien shakes”….the kind you get from the Wendy’s drive through. We couldn’t figure out why we weren’t getting skinnier.
I love the low, low, low impact aerobics of SNL fame. Can’t do the lunges, do finger lunges.
The funniest thing I remember is the time my Mom and I signed up for a jazz dancing class in order to get some exercise and burn some calories. I now know where my lack of coordination came from! We left in the middle of the first class and never went back! Talk about no moves…we were laughing hard enough, though, to at least burn a few calories.
One word–zumba class. I felt like a fish out of water and I looked like one too. Of course, the room was flanked on all sides with mirrors, so there was no escaping myself.
My one and only experience with the Ab Roller — I was 18 and it was my freshman year of college. The training video was easy enough, so I did the beginner workout, then the intermediate…then the advanced. The next day I could barely breathe. I certainly wanted to laugh about it, I just couldn’t!
My sister in law talked me into going to this aerobics class and at one point the instructor who was far too cheery was making us hop on one foot, but then she was asking us to make a figure 8 as we hopped on one foot. I almost took off my shoe and threw it at her head.
I was trying to catch a football one time with some friends (and my future husband) and I “missed” and it hit the tip of my finger and bent my fingernail all the way back down flat against the rest of my nail, about half way down. I ended up having to go to the doctor to get a brace and have it cleaned! SO EMBARASSING!
I attempted to answer a very-important-phone-call-from-my-mama while treadmill power walking at my local YMCA. I then made the ill-fated decision to get off the treadmill ONE FOOT AT A TIME. This does not work, people. The foot that is still on the treadmill does keep moving backwards. I landed sitting up, perfectly flat on my backside directly behind the treadmill. The important piece of information? I was still talking to my mama!
My Labrador Retriever thinks it’s fun to join me when I’m trying to get my workout on in the living room. He jumps and barks and carries on like a crazy dog. It used to annoy me. But now I welcome the distraction! It gives me an excuse to take a break and rub him! Heck, sometimes we just sit on the floor and catch our breath while the DVD keeps playing!!
I am an extremely graceful person. Really. Which explains why no one was surprised when I completely wiped out trying to run from 3rd base to home plate. No, I wasn’t trying to round 3rd after hitting a home run, I was just trying to run the 60 feet between the bases. I tried to play it off like I was attempting to slide, but I stopped 7 feet short if the plate.
I guess right now having “me” and “fitness” together in the same story would be funny! I haven’t worked out in a while!
My dad was trying out our new treadmill and wanted it to stop, I was laughing at him and trying to slow it down but pushed the wrond button and he kept going faster and faster until he flew off.
I went for a jog with my daughter in the running stroller. We live in a really hilly area so the only option from our home is to run uphill. It hurt, but it wasn’t terrible. Trying to control the stroller while it was racing and careening down the hill on the way back was HORRIBLE! I no longer jog with her in the stroller. It’s a little time I get to share with my Zune and the open road. And I don’t worry about her dying before my very eyes.
In the early 80’s Jane Fonda workouts were the rage. We did those things all the time. The pictures we have of ourselved dressed in those high cut leotards are hilarious. I would never share one though. I only go so far in self-humiliation.