Dear Jillian Michaels,
You are a beast. You enticed me with your fame, your short twenty-minute workouts, and your rock-harder-than-any-man-I-know abs. You drew me in with your cheap $9.00 workout DVD so readily available at Target. You promised me a short but intense workout.
And you delivered. Because of you, Jillian, I can barely walk up the stairs. Every time I get up from sitting/sleeping for an extended period of time, I walk like a penguin, or like someone who just rode a camel across the desert. People will ask me, Ashley, are you limping? Did you run a marathon? Did you get in a car accident? Did you fall off a bike?
I will only have one response. Because of you, Jillian, and TWO measly days of your 30-day shred, I feel just as sore as I did the day after I ran a half-marathon.
The jury's still out on your ability to deliver the second promise: that this workout is worth it. We shall see. I'll check back in in 30 days.
In pain,
Ashley
P.S. Dear readers - seriously. she is a beast. And you should try it. It is only 20 minutes, and the workout isn't what's terrible. It's the day after. And I'm only on level one. The only people I might feel a teensy bit more sorry for is our downstairs neighbors - at least the jumping jacks at 11:00 p.m. only lasted for 30 seconds?
2 comments:
HAHAHAHA you got Jillian!!! Yup, it's killer. But great. I always feel bad for my downstairs neighbors too...
that's great ashley! i know how hard Jillian can be....I did the 30-day a while ago and i remember being amazed and how much it actually was a workout. :)
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