SO… my day starts with a text, “IT’S A GOOD ONE”… really? it’s only 7:15AM, it’s way too early to tell. Except DK isn’t talking about the day in general, nope it’s in regards to Booty! Just so you know, “it’s a good one” translates to it’s a sweaty, kick your booty, Bootcamp Workout. For DK it also means, no Kettle Bells, which makes her happy (but not me!- just saying Dean and Nancy).
“T-Minus, 10 hours and 15 minutes” to ponder what ‘it’s a good one’ really means… since my muscles feel tight and a little sore from Tuesdays “Death Row” workout; the combination of DeadLifts and TRX Rows = Death Row! and PopEye arms after he hits the spinach… I’m feeling a little trepidation for the upcoming workout. Except, Bootcamp has become so ingrained like tying your shoes, brushing your teeth, or putting on your favorite jeans (because they fit now!), you just go… it’s what you do. The only thinking I have to do (Hey, be nice!)… is what class am I going to Bless with my presence?!
Tonight I hit the Concord 5:30pm! I wanted to be a ‘Dean Groupie’, and I knew it’d drive him nuts to see me follow him 
… ok, so I had to work late and was in Concord. HOLY SCHNICKIES SCOOBIE! there were 27 peops in class!! Good thing the room is huge… I could giggle and get away with not listening while Dean was at the other end. Of course I busted myself by asking why we weren’t Naked Getup-ing the other side- DOH! I think Dean needs a groovy headset that gets broadcasted through the speakers (just saying, cuz you know I can’t shut up). I have a little trouble listening… what?! Did you say something??
Lets see, “Its a good one” equates to TABATA THURSDAY! = thighs humming with 1 leg TRX squats; my scapula muscles binding up on Flying T’s (such a small movement with a Killer result). Or maybe it was the Green band, purple band, wish I had grabbed the red band chest presses. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the ‘lets get the gluteous maximus, gluteous medius, and gluteous minimus firing’ with the X band walks and let me tell you it took ALL the glutes to walk, and ALL the glutes were on FIRE!
Just when you think it’s safe to hobble outside, you are sucked into the Finisher Vortex! Pick your passion?! Mountain Climbers… ah- thank you, no! Squat Thrusts… maybe, no! OR the BURPEE CLUB! Now your talking… and won’t be walking… Oh I saw the Smack Talk on Facebook tonight! Concord brings the Burpee, brought it, and neutralized it like an antacid!
Thanks Concord!! Good night!!!
Blog you later!
gretchen
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