Awesome! She kicked your ass so hard you dropped the B-bomb? She must be hardcore. Not hard to look at either. Did I ever tell you my secret to running long distances?
All that aside, if it's aerobics, aren't you just trying to reach a target heartrate? Acceleration after that point seems just a little masochistic. Then again, I suppose what I do to my wrists on the climbing wall is a little masochistic to.
Man, I tell you what! When I first moved to Shenzhen, I lived on the top floor of my building--my building without an elevator. So we would have to climb six flights of stairs every time we wanted to come or go. It sucked so much, at first, that we would actually not have dinner, because it would take too much energy to climb down the stairs and then go shopping--it was easier to just starve. I'm not even kidding.
By the end of the year, though, we could sprint that sucker. We'd be leaving the building, and the wife would be like "Oh, dang, I forgot my [whatever]!", and I'd be like "GDit!" and be back down with it in under a minute. Seriously.
Now, after another year of sloth, I get winded after running three flights again. Effin' America.
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All that aside, if it's aerobics, aren't you just trying to reach a target heartrate? Acceleration after that point seems just a little masochistic. Then again, I suppose what I do to my wrists on the climbing wall is a little masochistic to.
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By the end of the year, though, we could sprint that sucker. We'd be leaving the building, and the wife would be like "Oh, dang, I forgot my [whatever]!", and I'd be like "GDit!" and be back down with it in under a minute. Seriously.
Now, after another year of sloth, I get winded after running three flights again. Effin' America.
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