re-energizer bunny bootcamp
ready for re-energizer boot camp? too bad if not you feeble little wimps, it’s go time.
is one to post a photo like this or not?
doing the ladder with both feet in these little boxes like a hyper spazz assembly line and really works your core. joseph demonstrates and we all follow until we’re on the cusp of blacking out. results!
jump in jump out jump in jump out.
not at all collapsed, totally listening for oncoming trains.
i’m super angry right now. i did this entire post this morning but the server conked out and i lost the draft. i am trying to conjure up a lightning bolt to strike into the earth i am that kind of pissed off. two days now my blog has suffered by the hands of the server’s attack. i think i must be pre-pre-menstrual or all the go go go is getting to me finally as i will snap at you no problem just give me a reason.
i just want to go to burnoutington and escape winter.
i started off with pigtails. i had a vision.
i look like a soldier candlestick.
notice how britt is just looking down upon me judgmentally not helping me in my stir-up navigation plight at all? good friend.
no it’s good i’m fine all set here.
push up position, then you waggle your legs, it works your abs/core. some cheaters rested on their arms in true plank formation. it is difficult either way. third time doing this station i was spent.
this is called exercise, not torture. i never forget that douglas coupland quote from generation x about how in the future when people rediscover the planet after armageddon they’ll come upon gym equipment and assume we were a species obsessed with torture.
this was my first station i got to demonstrate after joseph.
it’s not simple. when i started at tmr i doubt i’d be able to kill it like i did here.
wall squats. simplest for me.
four chicks rippin’er simultaneously in this shot.
please remind me to measure my legs tomorrow. it’s vital.
mel gets some special treatment.
while mrs. tmr does ball sand explosion squats.
i’m going zen.
talkin’ big game.
i am a swan, a graceful swan.
are you not allowed to boast ever? humble pie gets you nowhere.
the guy doing this against the wall was screaming in agony.
that’s not even my water. i will rape pillage and steal anything to come out on top.
i was also wicked at this. if i’m doing something and it gets tough i just breath calmly and stretch flex whatever i need to evenly distribute the weight throughout my body so that i’m not using mostly my arms or legs.
i thought that headband wrapped around my wrist would look cool in photos. also it might wipe some sweat off. more than anything it just constricted my circulation.
requesting disco here. britt and i were sore from michael jackson experience on wii.
what’s the matter there deary?
oh nothing. casie is very good at push ups and such. she’s built.
sort of fun, sort of challenging. avoid the person before you’s sweat drippings. a labyrinth obstacle course.
the legs in the stir-ups are humourous to me.
i want to trip someone (my brother) into these foot hurdles. possible (definite) repercussions will be worth it.
michael jackson messiah complex. awesome.
around the world lunges. that blond girl is doing the plank version of the move i was doing. cheating.
by the time i got to this one, the last one before my stir-ups i was so done.
so i did my own kind of thing. i worked out the day before too. four day work out week. animal. also, i look good dressed as a ball.
perfect nails shannon. nice rock.
my addicted little cuties.
mel has amazing form.
sweat booby trap.
i hated this one the most and cheated the most on it but during my last go i tried really hard and pushed myself to impress whoever might be looking. zero people were looking.
see his face? this is the place to be pushed.
ha ha so over it. that shit was hard. i think she’s really focusing.
why are your shoes off casie? haha.
i had a funny segue about how i tucker max’d a bunch of hippies on satruday night i can’t remember how i worked it in before but anyway here is a little unrelated anecdote you can feast your brain on when you’re done staring at my ass.
even if you placed just one behind someone’s heel. that’s all it takes. then it just wobbles back and forth like a hammock. why it’s so funny to me i dunno.
work it girls and other gay motivational things. if you want to try this RE-Energizer Boot Camp there is on offer 5-6 slots open to fill, first come first serve. *Recommended that participants live in or relatively convenient location to the Junction though not necessary.
Boot camp sessions are as follows:
6AM (Before Work)
Late evenings (8pm or pre-arranged scheduling like we did)
there is a distinction between Re-Energizer Boot Camp and Starter Packages. you do boot camp a couple times to see how you like it then you can transition into your starter package.
like with britt her freebie now moves into assessment (free) for her to determine what package would best work for her as a fitness program.
Program customization is too long to list and it’s tailored to each individual. everyone is different and reacts differently to exercise, building, some have more fat, or less to lose, you get the idea.
all classes are designed to stay within age appropriate heart rate (HR) zones so it’s recommended that participants wear monitors so they can follow their performance and maintain throughout the session. i wear one.
everyone i’ve brought here is addicted to it now and the motion room has helped motivate us all to turn back time and get fit yesterday.
nothing i do is stupid.
definitely going to film a few fitness videos soon.
tarek is giving me another gym bag for my niece. he has more bags for me too can’t wait can’t wait.
ok i’m going to do my food journal now. i’ve missed a few days.
The Motion Room
3431 Dundas St. W. Suite 200
647 351 8671
yesterday at dinner we pretended it was my birthday. my 28th birthday. i kept trying to say 22nd birthday. got a couple shots out of it. it pre-bummed me out. i have over two months to go and i’m hanging on by a thread. i must make it to 28 i will not be a 27 club casualty.
this is going to be fun. lucas tweeted “cos we were tired of cleaning up after people” haha who is this “we” lucas? as if you ever clean.
here are some photos of the last time i will ever eat pasta and have photographic evidence of it.
first i need hot sauce.
they bring me their mashed up jalapeno peppers. oh man i want some of that right meow.
haha look how judgy i am. their pasta is the best and that kid went to tuscany and came back to show everyone what he learned. romagna mia sponsors george brown students too, the over flow of students in whatever course get to cook in the kitchen here. soon romagna mia will be renovating and changing everything.
i tried not to eat too much of this, this, whatever it was. every time i say something ignorant regarding food on my blog the pleasure and satisfaction of frustrated foodie geeks the city over glaring into their monitors is endless.
less talking guys i’m not listening anyway. this was a loooooong day.
that pasta was ridiculous. it looked like yellow beans like green beans, green giant green beans, except yellow. hello is this thing on, brain?
they kept impressing and impressing. i just couldn’t eat anymore. i just need one mega-hot kind of overweight husband. that’s all really.
i would put that entire thing in my mouth right now if it was sitting before me. are vaginal references necessary? yes. always.
who’s that with me now?
i feel like cooking now.
it’s tarek. i love him. he is to the point, doesn’t take any shit, looks out for me, gives great nurturing supportive advice. totally has my back. major role model for me.