Members of this gym are often seen pushing tractor tires around the parking lot.
There was once a sign outside that said, "We Dominate Life."
Chris and I made fun of these people pushing the big tires, as we drove home and argued about who was eating who's fries out of the Jack n the Box bag.
One day, I decided to pop in this little gym and see what it was all about.
As soon as you walked in, your workout started.
Two guys run the gym and start giving you drills when you walk in the door. Plank for minute? Sure. When a good looking guy is asking you to plank, all of a sudden you can show how low your hips can go.
One day they had Big Holly do sets of jumping up on a box. Big Holly beefed it. And then died inside.
Anyway, the point in me telling you that I joined this gym is to simply say that I also quit. My trial period was over and going forward, it would cost $99/mo.
Since that $99 didn't include them coming to my house and knocking on my door when I was a no-show, I couldn't justify the price. And frankly, with two kids in daycare, I'm in the poor house.
In the meantime, I've been doing The Shred and taking my waffle legs to the stadium.
Here is my new favorite workout.
Here is ma-wahh afterwards. My skinny sister talked on her phone and watched me, so that I wasn't kidnapped.
This photo was after the sets of burpee's. Oh, hot dog, those were rough. But I hurt so good today.