A Perfect Storm

by Marinka on July 26, 2010

I’m in a middle of something that I’d like to call A Perfect Storm, except I could only read three pages of that book before I lapsed into a coma, with a touch of seasickness, so I’m not really sure if the expression applies.  But since I’m feeling pre-comatose right now, I’m going to risk it.

So, I’m in a middle of A Perfect Storm.

As I may have mentioned a few kazillion times, I’m a huge Physique 57 enthusiast.  Sure, the first class should have come with its own coffin, but now I’m really into it, go three times a week, and there’s just no stopping me.

Except the package of classes that I bought is all used up, and Husbandrinka mentioned that we are on a Strict Spending Freeze and that I shouldn’t buy a new package of classes.  Fortunately, the Spending Freeze is temporary.  You know, until the economy picks up and there’s peace on earth.

Welcome to prong one of the Perfect Storm.  (I probably should have explained this earlier, but I’m imagining The Perfect Storm as a triangle.  Because that’s geometry and a friend of mine got a very not good grade in geometry and did not go to a top tier college as a result and is now in the middle of a spending freeze.  Also, because I’m  pretty sure that the Perfect Storm takes you straight to the Bermuda Triangle, since I’m guessing there’s a lot of sarcasm that goes with the whole “perfect” thing.)

So, prong one:  Spending freeze.

But it’s just a few weeks before BlogHer and I can’t afford to get lardassy! Dilemma.  And second prong of The Perfect Storm.

So, to recap,  spending freeze, must exercise.

Fortunately I remembered hat last month I purchased six sessions at boot camp at a ridiculously low price.

Welcome to prong three of the triangle of the Perfect Storm. Ok, side three of the triangle, for you geometrical purists.

Yes, I headed off to Boot Camp.

Because apparently I was running low on blog fodder.

to be continued…SIR! YES, SIR! (help me)

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traci July 26, 2010 at 7:42 am

To shine light where the storm clouds are covering; you probably needed to jump ship and try something different for bit. Aside from that, the whole boot camp program is interval training which is best for fat burning.


Kate Coveny Hood
July 26, 2010 at 8:34 am

Boot Camp terrifies me. I can barely do ONE push up so “drop and give me 100 is probably not going to happen for me…” I’m having many images of Stripes now. Maybe you can get everyone to do a synchornized performance at the end of class (“That’s a fact Jack!”)


July 26, 2010 at 8:43 am

I don’t even want to think about what a Boot Camp is. Eek! I love my cellulite thank you very much.

I can’t believe you didn’t love The Perfect Storm.


Miss Britt
July 26, 2010 at 9:35 am

You’re dead, aren’t you? This is being written by your ghost or one of your kids – or maybe your husband because this post made the spending freeze sound suspiciously practical….

I’m on to you Husbandrinka!


Jennifer July 26, 2010 at 10:08 am

Boot camp is where everyone makes s’mores and wears really cute boots, right? Because I would totally sign up for that.


deborah quinn
July 26, 2010 at 10:27 am

send up a signal to let us know that the marines aren’t using your dead body, attractively festooned over barbed wire, as target practice? Or at very least that you didn’t do the stumble-step on the treadmill and go flying off into the next treadmill, thus knocking that boot camper off and into the next, in some hellish fast-moving human domino. This is something that happened to…um, someone I know. Not me. Maybe my father, though.

And gosh, I’m stunned. You mean the Hers at blogher aren’t just interested in scintillating wit and rapier-like intelligence? Another illusion bites the dust.


Maravonda July 26, 2010 at 11:06 am

Stopping at that point was just wrong, Marinka…I understand the whole “bring ’em back for more” bit, but, hey! What about the loyal followers who now suspect, as mentioned earlier, that You Are Dead….


Maravonda July 26, 2010 at 11:10 am

Oh! Just wanted to mention, since you brought it up, that I had a boyfriend for a while who told everyone that he was caught out in The Perfect Storm, yes, That one. He even swore that one of the people with them drowned. I always wondered why people looked at him funny when he told the story, so I looked the storm up (on Wikipedia, of course). Believe it or not, he wasn’t out in it! Go figure!


MarathonMom July 26, 2010 at 1:07 pm

we need a delay of game on the storm – your prong 2 and prong 3 kind of contradict each other and may cancel each other out. I would suggest replacing prong 2 with “imminent arrival of crazy bitch ass houseguest that drinks all my wine and still sleeps with a ‘lovey’ ” ~ or something like that.


Sophie@Fabrications July 26, 2010 at 2:34 pm

I’m with Jennifer on the s’mores. Anyway, with all the heat, how can you not shed poundage just from walking down the street?


Karen at French Skinny July 26, 2010 at 4:55 pm

At every Bootcamp fitness class there is always one very annoying, way too enthusiastic WHOOOYAAAA yelling freak that is super competitive.
I’d like to introduce myself. WHOOOYAAAA!!!


christy July 26, 2010 at 5:43 pm

I’m betting that bootcamp will be nothing compared to your 57 classes. You’re a machine! You can do this! I’ll be running a 5k on Sat in NYC next weekend before the morning sessions begin….dare to join me?! Be warned tho – I move at a snails pace.


July 27, 2010 at 2:02 am

oh, this post was so funny.. can’t wait to hear of your misery, so I can share back…

I warned you you wouldn’t be able to lift your arms to even brush your hair…


The Flying Chalupa
July 27, 2010 at 6:19 pm

Wow, I miss a couple of posts and here you are, stark raving mad about bootcamps and physique whatever-the-hell! Get a hold of yourself! You’re gonna look great at Blogher. Unless, of course, you allow Wendy to make you a boatload of Hot Pockets. Which she has vowed to do.


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