Day 3: 30 Day Shred - level 1

Do you know what this means? I am 10% of the way there!!!! A whole whopping 10%! I know, I'm pathetic. But I'm still in the game.

This morning, the aches have shifted a little. My upper chest feels like it's been crushed and the ache has moved upwards from just above my knees to settle on my lower quads.

Thighs and butt are still unscathed. Take THAT, 30DS. I squatted extra hard yesterday.

To add to my list of ailments: my tail bone and my pinky toe. It's amazing how annoying pinky toe injuries are. Boo to that.

The bad news: push ups and I are mortal enemies. I'm trying. I really am. Yell at me all you like, but I can't keep up with them. Considering it's the first exercise, it's a little discouraging, but I'm thinking that most pushups are better than no pushups, so that's what I'm working with. Once I get through that first circuit of strength training, I'm golden.

I can also keep up with Natalie, the Glamazon on certain exercises. I have really strong legs, if I do say so myself, and I'm right there with her on some of the cardio and even on a couple of the abs workouts. That makes me feel good. Also, I'm starting to get that adrenaline push towards the end where I almost feel fantastic about the sweat and the killer cramp in my side. You know, the cramp that Jillian says means her workout is doing its job. Right.

Today, however, I mixed it up on her. I brought something to the party that Jillian Michaels does NOT have. I bet she didn't even THINK about it when she put on her cute little cropped sweatpants and suspiciously non-matching sports bra (you know, so she could look like one of us mere mortals, who wear whatever misshapen crap we can get our hands on to go to the gym).

I have my own trainers.

I give you Oscar and Bentley.

I made the mistake of letting them back in the house during the extra long two seconds she gave me to get my butt up from the matt. Little did I know that they would want to HELP me.

Here they are, working on strategy...



Bentley's keeping an eye on me. He knows that I know that he's up to something.



Well, when I went down for chest flies (fly's? flys? whatever), Bentley was kind enough to hop on my right handweight and provide some resistance. When that didn't work, he proceeded to attempt to suffocate me by smothering my nose and mouth with his tongue. Brilliant, Bentley. I'm creating a whole new workout regime: Sweatin' with the Puggies!

So I paused the dvd, got him back outside, and resumed. This time, Oscar realied the seriousness with which I was pursuing this and sat right over my head while I was doing my final 60 seconds of ab work. You know, putting his chin on my forehead every time I came back down.

Note to self: pugs stay outside during 30DS at all times.

But... I'm still going!