WORK IT TILL YOU LAUGH

I did it, with a lot of encouragement from my sister, I got up from the couch and worked my behind off. At first my intention was just to show her the difference between various walking exercise tapes, so I put the DVD in and sat my behind down, but then she got this brilliant idea to work out, only she didn't mean alone. So there I am exercise walking with smiling shiny eyes George Foreman. I have to give the dude props however, because he didn't ask anything of us that he wasn't doing too, he worked out from start to finish too, cheering us on, and telling us to work within our comfort level. Truthfully, by behind wanted to sit the hell down, regardless of all of that, but Georgie was so real, and so totally in touch with what I might be going through as a over weight completely unfit novice, that I didn't quit even though I wanted to. The fact that my deeps don't dip as deep as people on the DVDs did, and that my squats barely dipped 5 inches, made the realization of just how totally unfit I was a in my face wake up call, but my sister continued to push my ass to towards a better me, whilst all the time telling me, you can't let smiling granny (the old lady on the workout DVD) work it whilst you quit. And yeah granny was smiling and doing her thang! and for a brief moment I wished granny would QUIT! Screaming my way through the burn, from the exercises, I continued to scream and laugh and shout abuse through the warm up, work out and cool down. It's like being tickled to what feels like near death, at first it's pretty funny, then it starts to get seriously un- funny, but as you chuckle spit bubbled audible words of stop, and motion to cry, you can't help but laugh even though your hurting, and as you hurt because it feels less and less funny, your pleads get more and more desperate, only the idiot that is tickling you, seems to think that your painful laughter means that you want more. It hurts to move your body and by now you've developed the crazy laugh which is clear that you've entered border line insanity, but they keep on tickling you, till you start to have unspoken conversation in your head, knowing that your either going to puke your brains out or stop breathing all together. Suddenly your loving friends/family or other half, is starting to look all crazed, and their smiling and laughing like SMILING GRANNY, have they lost their mind, of course they have as they tickle you towards what might very well be your final resting place. But in one last ditch effort your brain at that point tells you that you aren't breathing like you should, and the only way to truly save yourself is to make a huge PUKE sound. This normally stops the tickler from tickling. I exercised towards a glimmer of light, I worked myself hard enough to sweat, and laugh until I thought I would puke, I built up a thirst that can only be compared to that of a brush fire disparately needing rain. I was THIRSTY! But I stuck it out as hard as it was, and tried to control my breathing.

More importantly than all of that was the wonderful feeling that I had, knowing that I had done it. I kept up with smiling granny, Georgie would have been proud of me, because my sister was proud of me and I was proud of myself, I felt strong and alive after feeling like I would just about croak it. My sister was right I did feel great, I ain't gonna lie, when I tell you that it was worth it.