|Making pizza on Saturday night, notice the side pony|
So who is pissing me off now?
My husband. Sorry baby, you know I love you!! But if I have to hear him tell me one more time that he only ran 7.5 miles I'm going to take my tiny fist to his handsome jaw. Granted it's not his fault that my bones are crumbling and too weak to withstand the impact of long distance running, but it is so stinking annoying to see him go out and run his fit butt off with such little effort. And speaking of which, the man started lifting weights a couple of months ago. No real plan, just some half-hazard lifting at the local rec center, and now he is downright buff. WTF? I have been working my ass off for months and months and I am only barely able to make out a bicep. I know it's a guy-thing, I have seen other men in my life quickly transform their bodies with what seems like relatively little effort, but hubby is just in the next room and thus, the easiest to punch.
My trainer, Chelsea.The truth is I have a love/ hate relationship with my twenty-something fitness instructor. Chelsea leads a small group of us twice a week. She is sweet and friendly and genuinely seems to care about us all, but God Damn she is tough. She puts our sad little bodies through all kinds of ridiculous torture. Two minute planks, insane crunches, bizarre contortions, and the dreaded wall sit. The flipping wall sit which leaves my thighs trembling and my eyes watering. I want to curse her name and tell her where to go. But then I'm actually happy with my baby biceps and my *more* defined shoulders, and thus the love/hate relationship.
|My awesome group sitting on the wall! Ouch!|
Anyone who tells me I'm too old to rock a side pony or a mini skirt. Knock it off bitches, talk to me when 70. Save your condescending smirks. You can wear your Tailbots to the PTA meeting and I'll rock my jean skirt and boots to kindergarten drop off.
Sure, I could go on. But truth is it's Saturday night. I have a glass of wine, pizza in the oven, a bunch of kiddos and husband I want to punch in the face to hang out with, and thus... life isn't so bad after all!
|I swear I have biceps! And so does the kid!|
|Feeling proud of myself after a class with Chelsea!|