Tuesday morning, my thighs had had enough. They notified me via certified mail (how did they do that?) that they were officially going on strike. Starting Tuesday morning, they were no longer working unless the following demands were met:
1. No more Yoga. Ever. Don't care if it's with the entire Dallas Cowboys Cheerleading squad, in uniform. NO MORE YOGA.
2. All Plyometrics workouts must be followed with at least 30 minutes in a hot tub. Preferably with the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. In uniform.
3. Weekly massages must be given to both thighs . Preferably by the Dal-
ANYWAYS, ignoring the puzzling obsession my thighs have with the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleading Squad (especially since everyone knows the Dolphin's cheerleaders are wayyyy- STAY ON TARGET), I was able to convince the thighs to do today's workout by telling them it was Shoulders and Arms.
Suckers! It's Plyometrics!
Thighs: That's it! Your ass is going down the stairs face first tomorrow morning!
Dang it....
Day 5: Diet-Check Exercise-Check
Day 6: Diet-Check Exercise-Deferred due to injured Achilles. (Kenpo is not very good for that...)
Day 7: Diet-No Check, but I went to the Colts vs Browns game! Lay off! Exercise-None
Day 8: Diet-Check Exercise-Check
Day 9: Diet-Check Exercise-Check
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