My boyfriend is on a work out kick lately, and has purchased a copy of P90X. He asked me to do it with him. I thought to myself "You know, I'm a runner, I'm pretty active, it's going to be painful, but I can get through this"
So this morning we started with Ab RipperX. Half way into the work out, Geoff was bent over with his head buried into the floor crying. I was still pushing through it, although I took his advice and took "breaks", I didn't take a ton. And yeah, my abs hurt a little, but guess what? I didn't cry or barf or plead for mercy. So guess what Tony Horton, if that's your real name, you're going to have to develop a harder program for me I guess, if you can. I mean, maybe I'm just competitive, but honestly, when you say things like "Abbbb rriippppeerrrr exxxxxx" in that creeper date raper voice, or "Now look at Audra...this is how a woman who is working hard looks", it actually makes me kind of want to slap you in the face, conquer your freaking program, re-write the dumb thing, and then sue you for discrimination and for emotional harm. Yes, that is right.
Bring it on, Tony Horton. I will never surrender, I will never lay down and die.
Also, your diet plan is whack. Wiggidy whack.
Don't tell me what to eat, fool.
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