Work It Out -It's Spring!

Published on February 27, 2012 by vickylass.

It’s typical when the good weather arrives. We realise that we’ve sat on the sofa way too long, indulding on crips and sweets. We’ll exclaim that all this has to go and we’ll flock in gyms to get ready to shine on by the pool side.

Wouldn’t it a lot nicer a brisk stroll in the park or an excursion once in a while, if it’s walking what we wish to do?

I’ve happened to watch a video that a friend has emailed me. It’s called Bombshell Butt Workout. I wouldn’t say that the girl is fat, but I’d say she’s rather skinny. Actually, I could count her ribs and I wouldn’t say her arms and legs were attractive. As I look at her, she makes me think of a skinned sack with few bones inside. I wonder where is all the fat that she aims to burn out, but I don’t see any of it.

Wearing an attractive pink top, and it’s, perhaps, the only attractive thing I see, I watch her sweating, jumping up and down, kneeling, sitting on the floor, placing her butt on some iron machine, more jumping up and down. Then, she picks something that looks like a sack full of who knows what and places it on one of her shoulders, and few minutes later, on the other shoulder. It seems to be very heavy by the looks of her face. Then, weighs and a heavy ball too. I hear to her gasping and making the usual sounds that anyone would release when one is lifting something very heavy such as a wardrobe, for instance.

When this fitness class finishes, she drops everything and jumping out to address to the camera, smiling, perhaps, that the workout has finished. The torture, I'd say.

She is the trainer and due to, perhaps, her so many classes and trainings, she’s achieved to be as thin as sweeping brush.

Admittedly, she has achieved to be slender and on top of this she has achieved to earn good money out of fat or obese folks.

Watching her moving and jumping up and down, lifting heavy weighs and placing her butts on an iron machine, took me to think that no fat or obese person could do this unless, of course, she or he goes on a strict and controlled diet, and then, wishing to get in good shape should this person join in what I call a chamber of horrors and torture.

When I was working in the hotel I saw men sweating away for hours on end in the walking machines. On such stunning surroundings and on a glorious summer day, I wondered if it hadn’t been a lot nicer to walk the three mile walk to town and back as I was used to do every year when the good weather settled in.

First published at Triond.

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