Salud, Kids!
Working out is the shizz, isn't it?
You buy all sorts of cute outfits and either go to classes or buy assorted dvd exercise titles.
Let us not forget the bicycle fanatics, hunched over their ridiculously expensive bikes. There are tons of 'em around here...zipping along the coastline...all the while ignoring the basic traffic laws (they want the right-of-way as they should have, but they don't want to follow the law themselves). Go figure. Lance Armstrong, look what you started.
Yeah, it's all the shizz, going back to Jane and before her Jack LaLanne.
I won't kid ya, around my digs it is played out a LITTLE bit differently, this exercise insanity.
Getting all dolled up in crappy shorts and a faded tee shirt, I pop in some music and get busy feeling the burn, the sting and the smell of cleaning solutions. Ah, the burn of scrubbing toilets, showers, tubs, sinks, mirrors and let us not forget about the muscle-toning that comes while flinging a vacuum cleaner hither-and-yon.
Wait, I forgot all about changing sheets, overall dusting, AND laundry (lugging loads up and down stairs is a million times better than any stairmaster or spinning class).
Now, I fully realize this is making you bubble with envy...the image of me getting all toned and fabulous-not to mention my gleaming toilet bowl.
But, wait.
Another dweller 'round these parts has a different idea of exercising her exercise options.
Yep, she puts on cute-as-can-be official workout togs, plops down an official-official Yoga/Workout mat, pops in an official-official Pilates (fill in the blank workout DVD title) and stretches, tones and just basically puts me to shame with her regime.
Why bother with ANY of this jazz when your mutt can do it FOR you?
Gotta get busy training MY mutt to take over the household duties like the dog in this video.
See ya 'round the beaches-real or virtual.
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