Return to PFSF. Kind Of.

So, everything hurts. I haven’t been going to the gym. You may have noticed. My lack of whining and complaining. About J-Vicious. I still whine and complain. About the other stuff. All of the other stuff. And I’m completely incapable of motivating myself through my own made up strength training. I have to be told … Continue reading Return to PFSF. Kind Of.

A Taylor Swift Workout Session

“I’m surprised BB is letting you go to the gym so much this week instead of resting up for whatever big adventure she has planned.” I’m on call this weekend. Can’t adventure. I’ve got a note from my boss. So I worked out yesterday morning. At home. I was gonna run. But people die in … Continue reading A Taylor Swift Workout Session

The End of a Friendship

You know those mornings where you can’t get out of bed? Literally? Like, you have to do a couple of practice stands before you can actually force yourself up? And fully out of bed? My neck/shoulder rigor mortis is back. It went away after last night’s PlayFITStayFIT workout. Because J-Vicious worked the hell out of … Continue reading The End of a Friendship

Managing My Motivation

“The last exercise that we’ll do is Fall Risk’s favorite. And we’ll do 50 of those.” I know what Fall Risk’s favorite is. We all know what Fall Risk’s favorite is. We don’t know why they’re her favorite. But we know what they are. But Fall Risk wasn’t even “in” virtual class tonight. So I … Continue reading Managing My Motivation

Pandemic Brain

“Why haven’t you learned anything I’ve taught you about cheating in gym class?” Because I’m a pure soul incapable of deception? See. The problem was. Fall Risk loves manmakers. Are you familiar with this bullshit? So you take a set of dumbbells. And you burpee with them. Except instead of just a standard bullshit burpee. … Continue reading Pandemic Brain