Monday, January 31, 2011

So this is what hell feels like

Day 2 of the 30-day challenge: Boot camp.

Yes, hell. That is the most apropos way I can think of to describe the hour of pure physical torture I voluntarily endured. And now my legs feel like jelly. Not the good jelly. Not the kind that smears all nicely on the lightly toasted slice of bread. No, not Smuckers. My legs feel like the store brand jelly, the kind all clumped together, the kind that tears holes in your bread as you try to evenly spread it. My legs feel like painful cellulite.

And that, my friends, is a good feeling.

Why? Because the type of exercises I did tonight are going to make my inner thighs look as sexy as my outer thighs. I love everything about my legs except the jiggles in the middle. So when these bad babies are as toned as the rest of my legs, I am FINALLY going to learn how to walk in heels and show them off EVERYWHERE. ZZ Tops will follow me, serenading me with "She got legs" with every twist and sashay of my strut. I am going to be one bad mutha-- shut yo' mouf. But only if I can make it through the next 6 months of hell. Then, like Persephone, I will return to grace the earth with my beauty.

After Boot Camp

Before Boot Camp (excuse the blur)
During the Boot Camp

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