Intimidation.
If this doesn't scream intimidation...I don't know what does.
It's like this Michael dude (who, from here on out, shall be called Mr. Eye Patch or just Patch) is sitting there, saying to me..."I'm going to kick your ass you wussy little white girl...look at my big burly body, you're never going to last through a single one of my workouts...that pudge and those love handles are mine and my eye patch's to conquer...your flab will be fab with my beat the sh!t outta you crunches...my mom says my eye patch makes me tough and I've got the body to prove it...prepare for TOTAL DOMINATION."
And here I was, hoping it was going to be led by some skinny white 19-year old who would simply encourage me to breathe correctly and go for "one more time!" Instead, I've got the ab master, Mr. Eye Patch, who appears that he'll reach through my TV screen and strangle me if I try to call it quits.
Hmmm...I wonder how he ended up with an eye patch? Perhaps one of his pecks formed a life of its own and jumped up to bite his eye? Or maybe it was some cruel and unusual self-punishment for eating a few too many brownies one day?
Suddenly, Rae's suggestion on the trainer's edge "killer" series seems like a really, really bad idea. I don't want to die this way! Truth be told, I've never been so afraid of a video in my entire life...I feel like I'm in "The Ring"...minus the whole you'll die in seven days drama.
Anyhoo...I ordered it through Deep DVD Discount (the greatest place on earth to find cheap dvds, by the way) so I won't be able to give the full report until then. So if I mysteriously disappear for oh....a week or so...check the obits to see if Death by Eye Patch is a headline, it'd likely be me.
In other news, Mike picked up an iPod nano with his birthday money (and an arm band for running). Color me jealous. But I still pine for my fabulous mini...which holds about 10x as many songs as his little gadget does...but I will say that I'm excited that he has a color screen. I can watch it while we run or something.
My arms and upper body are pretty sore from yesterday. I was hoping to run after work, but the weather started turning crappy, so that was a no go...and I am feeling SO OVER the treadmill. Ugh. I hate that machine.
So for now, it's time to play some doctor...oops, I mean help Mike prepare for his patient simulation test tomorrow.
It's like this Michael dude (who, from here on out, shall be called Mr. Eye Patch or just Patch) is sitting there, saying to me..."I'm going to kick your ass you wussy little white girl...look at my big burly body, you're never going to last through a single one of my workouts...that pudge and those love handles are mine and my eye patch's to conquer...your flab will be fab with my beat the sh!t outta you crunches...my mom says my eye patch makes me tough and I've got the body to prove it...prepare for TOTAL DOMINATION."
And here I was, hoping it was going to be led by some skinny white 19-year old who would simply encourage me to breathe correctly and go for "one more time!" Instead, I've got the ab master, Mr. Eye Patch, who appears that he'll reach through my TV screen and strangle me if I try to call it quits.
Hmmm...I wonder how he ended up with an eye patch? Perhaps one of his pecks formed a life of its own and jumped up to bite his eye? Or maybe it was some cruel and unusual self-punishment for eating a few too many brownies one day?
Suddenly, Rae's suggestion on the trainer's edge "killer" series seems like a really, really bad idea. I don't want to die this way! Truth be told, I've never been so afraid of a video in my entire life...I feel like I'm in "The Ring"...minus the whole you'll die in seven days drama.
Anyhoo...I ordered it through Deep DVD Discount (the greatest place on earth to find cheap dvds, by the way) so I won't be able to give the full report until then. So if I mysteriously disappear for oh....a week or so...check the obits to see if Death by Eye Patch is a headline, it'd likely be me.
In other news, Mike picked up an iPod nano with his birthday money (and an arm band for running). Color me jealous. But I still pine for my fabulous mini...which holds about 10x as many songs as his little gadget does...but I will say that I'm excited that he has a color screen. I can watch it while we run or something.
My arms and upper body are pretty sore from yesterday. I was hoping to run after work, but the weather started turning crappy, so that was a no go...and I am feeling SO OVER the treadmill. Ugh. I hate that machine.
So for now, it's time to play some doctor...oops, I mean help Mike prepare for his patient simulation test tomorrow.
posted by Iron Jayhawk at 8:24 PM
9 Camper Comments:
Yes, scary. I want the report on how it goes!! My ab workout is so boring-but kind of soothing. This does not look soothing...
I'll stick to running with the slight beer belly - He would make me run a mile......... Away!
oooooooooh my GAWD. that dude is too much. an eye patch? REALLY??
how much you wanna bet its for effect. no way is he eyeless.
anyway, i ordered the windsor pilates tapes (tape) last week, and i'm hoping to get rid of my own love handles as well...
you'll have to keep me posted on how your video ab-ing goes!
Eeeek! Is that guy for real, or is he just wearing a muscle suit to complement the eye patch? Seriously.
Let us know how he treats ya - I'm also on a quest for a solid ab workout to chase away the lovehandles.
Patch? I can't wait to hear if you find out why he has a patch. Good look and I hope we don't see your obit anytime soon.
So maybe I'm blind but I don't see your email address but mine is nspinos@yahoo.com - hope to hear from you soon.
I love patch!! He is hard core but the butt chick is WAAY more hard core!
I just ordered 3 new workout DVDs off Ebay and I can't wait to try them out and put the blogging community through the torture as well!
Um - should I be afraid of that picture! It scares me.
I am most disturbed by the eye patch; do you think he might be a super-fit pirate? Never trust a person with a patch -- it means at one time or another they were careless enough to let their eye become vulnerable to, perhaps, a fork.
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