Still, I swore to myself I was gonna go today. I got home plenty early, had an early dinner, got The Monkey to bed on time, and even got *dressed* for the gym. Alas, I got all caught up in blogging (catching up on yesterday), putzing around online, and then eventually just lost the momentum. I did want to get some kind of workout in, though.
Today's New Activity: Hiring a Personal Trainer
Is it any wonder I should chose Carlos for the job? Just check out that bod!
Plus (eat your hearts out, ladies)...he can dance.
Okay well technically he's boxing in this screen shot, but he CAN dance...salsa, merengue, cumbia....hot damn!
This is a game on my parents' Wii, of course. And Carlos hardly qualifies as my personal trainer, though he did bill himself as such. But he and his buddies did manage to get me moving and even working up a sweat. It was actually pretty fun to do all the mini-workouts, and it was much easier to follow than most real life workout videos, maybe because a helpful preview of the next move pops up in the corner about 8 counts before the switch happens.
The best part was getting the chance to do raging bull-dodging, one of my personal favorite gym activities, in the comfort of my own home. Finally!
The red ones go extra fast. Obviously. She looks exactly like me, by the way. And I totally dressed like that when I went to the Running of the Bulls.
I never really got the hang of this little workout, not least because I never understood what I was doing there in Pamplona in the first place--given that every single other workout was either a dance or a kickbox, but oh well. I'll give it another try at some point.
It's just good to know there's another decent home-based alternative for the periods of inertia that will no doubt keep me from leaving the house to work out at night on future occasions. I'll just have to warn the folks to come check on me if they hear something that sounds like ripping flesh, followed by a bull's triumphant snorting. No fear of death, no gain, right?