Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Holy moly I'm tired. Not the kind of tired where you fall into a dead sleep; the kind that keeps your mind awake, even though your body's long given up the ghost. With that in mind maybe it's time to talk about dreams... not ones where you're suddenly naked and/or late to an exam! Aspirations.
I have two fitness related dreams. Number one: be trim enough to wear a bikini (despite all the stretch marks). Number two: to be able to execute hand-clap push ups.
Yup, hand-clap push ups. I struggle with push ups at the best of times, hell my coordination's so shocking I practically struggle with hand clapping, but if I could knock out a few of those babies, then I'd know I'd made it. "Hello Wench; here's your medal and a key to smug, fit person paradise where you'll learn the secret to never sweating. You may now own black lycra workout gear".
I work hard on my fitness, but man, oh man, that hand clapping business is a long, long way off.