Okay, completed my last workout of Chalean Extreme this morning and if you're waiting for the Rocky Theme to start playing in the background..don't. It's not coming.

This morning's anticipated triumph, turned into a comedy of errors that I just have to share with you. It started out a bit sluggish but I was hopeful.

6am: Dragged myself out of bed on the ONE morning that I usually sleep past 4:30am, to wake my son for his Youth referee course.

6:30am: Signed on to Spark People looking for encouragement to tackle the upcoming workout. Answered a few emails, gave a few high fives. Ready to go.

7:00am Son's teammate picks him up for his course. One gone two to go. DH has to work on Saturdays but Praise God he loves his job. I spend time with him until he leaves at 7:30 with his parting words of wisdom "You let the dogs back in too soon, Wolf (evil Pom) is going to $#!^ in the house". Yada Yada, two gone, one still in bed and he has a play date at 9am.

7:30am Ignoring DH's words of wisdom and Wolf's conspicuous absence, I run upstairs to sign in to WOWY and get ready to stomp out this workout.

7:45am Pumped, I run down the stairs and as I hit the 2nd floor, I am greeted by an unpleasant but familiar whiff. WOLF!!!!! He's a 15 lb Pomeranian but when he has an accident, you would think he was a Rottweiler. UGGHH!!!

8:00am Very annoyed and trying to get the smell of carpet cleaner and Pomeranian innards out of my nose, I go downstairs to my makeshift basement gym, to start my workout.

8:05am Because I've not been giving my all to the cardio portion of this program, just as I suspected, Fat Burn Challenge is not starting out well. One warm up and two 2 minute segments of high impact cardio later, I know I'm in trouble but I have my ten minute rule. If I ever find a workout too hard or I'm just not into it, I can't give up until I've done AT LEAST 10 minutes.

Ten minutes pass and I'm hanging in there but I'm starting to fudge it. Then all of a sudden I get this familiar pain in my right foot . Now I know this pain. It is my occasional reminder that when fall over debris in your garage and your foot instantly swells up like a balloon... it MIGHT be a good idea to go get it looked at and not ignore it for a year until the pain finally goes away. I know, not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

Now, I have just been through 12 weeks of the most strenuous workouts of my life; do you think this pain has shown up once? NO, of course not. But when I'm trying to do a last celebratory workout, there it is. SO, I try to push through the pain and then she starts her sports drill cr@p and I'm done .

Okay, here comes the rant. I am a muscle head . I LOVE lifting weights and my meso-endo body seems to like it too . Although I am well aware of it's invaluable benefits, I'm not a huge fan of cardio. You have to trick me into it. Make me dance, make me step, make me bounce, make me kickbox but jumping jacks, plyos and most of all BURPEES (WHAT MENTALLY DERANGED SADIST THOUGHT THOSE UP???!! ) just don't do it for me.

SO, I'm faced with the choice; do I put on my brat hat and stop all together or do I pop in a comparable HIIT DVD? Trooper that I am (yeah right) I go with option 2. I pop in Turbo Jam's Fat Blaster and instantly, my head's back in the game. I'm pushing through the pain, the music's pumpin, I'm kicking and upper cutting and halfway through the workout, I look up at the clock and realize that I'm out of time. DS number 2 has a play date at 9am and it's 8:50am.

What can I say, I tried.