I went to my sister’s place this morning, and we did the 30 Day Shred workout together. The video was actually  good – I like Jillian Michaels. I love the psycho-babble she spouts (“what you’re feeling now is fear leaving your body”). She was very motivating; I worried if I starting slacking off she’d pop through the screen and kick my ass – or maybe that has something to do with the clips I’ve seen from The Biggest Loser?

The workout was great, so great I’m going to buy the DVD for myself. The SUCK part was actually me. Despite two solid months of steady gym time, I’m still a frail girly-girl. Don’t believe me? When Heidi and I were doing the modified, girly push-ups, she glanced my way.

Extremely Athletic Sister: “You’re supposed to suck in your stomach.”
Not-So-Little Old Me: “I am.”

Now before you go thinking my sister is evil, I should add that she isn’t really. She’s supportive and helpful. She just doesn’t believe in slacking off, and I do, which is why her ass will always be smaller than mine – a difference I try not to hold against her. I do occasionally take M&M’s over to her place in the spirit of sisterhood, and having absolutely NOTHING to do with envy.

We played volleyball last week with the adult women’s league. We’re going again tonight. Now THAT is exercise I can get into. It doesn’t feel like work, even though I pour buckets of sweat and make grunting noises and bruise my knees (so much for my kneepads). It feels like great fun, especially when my team is winning.

I can hardly wait.