About Time!

I was on an epic two day struggle with Gmail and Blogger to be able to post something.

Victory!

So my best friend is joining me in the workouts as a source of motivation. Whether she's motivation or distraction is up for debate. We've gone to a local park and did a few things on the No Equipment list, but plan on going to the gym after the holidays. (She's also visiting in April and is super excited to see us play/she kinda wants to show off her rugby knowledge. Big fan.)

However, today was not as successful as I was stuck babysitting. Thus, my living room became my gym. But it's hard to do lunges when you have this little guy:

(his eyes usually don't look that demonic, but it might be because he's safeguarding the jump rope)

running around the living room. I was doing ten minute abs and he would jump on my chest, lick my face, then scurry off and try to eat my shoe. It's too cute for words.

In addition, I have my little sister giving me jump rope-ing advice, my brother telling me "Good, you need to work out", and my mother yelling at me.

Things my mother yells to me about:

1. I'm too skinny and thus, I don't have an ass.
2. I need to eat more (heeeeeey, scrum weight!)
3. Why am I killing my self doing these workouts?
4. Why can't I explain rugby in Spanish?
5. She walks two miles a day and still does all this crazy housework. I shouldn't be complaining about how sore my butt is.

Luckily, the wonderful EmHsieh will be helping me and motivating me and answering all my questions (because sometimes youtube fails and can't explain what the drunken sailor warm up is or what pancake means. queeeee?). Yay!

Happy Holidays Everyone! Miss you all.