It's a walking DVD made for little old Weight Watchers ladies, I thought. How hard could it be?
I thought, I'll do the 20 minute walk, instead of the 30, but then I'll also do the toning workout from the other tape. That should be enough of a workout for me.
I pop the walking DVD in, and select the 20 minute walk, and then I stop it to grab my pedometer. I spend 20 minutes just trying to figure out how to program the thing. I restart the video.
Okay, we're walking. We're marching. This is pretty easy. Ok, now we're 'mambo-ing'. I can't get the rhythm of the steps right, but it doesn't matter cause now we're LUNGING. And SQUATING. And shuffle-shuffle-shuffling. Except mostly I'm just staring at the television. And the cats are exchanging glances, like they know I've finally gone crazy and how long do they have to wait before they break into the tin of cat treats?
By the end of the 20 minutes, I'm huffing and puffing and I still haven't figured out the shuffle. I collapse onto the couch and drink some water. There is no way I'm doing that toning video now.
After I relax for a bit, and stop sweating, I realize I still have to go to the store to get cat litter, so I throw my coat on over my workout top and head out the door. I start to go down the first step and my thighs practically give out on me. I have to hobble down the stairs like the little old Weight Watchers lady that I am. Great -- now I've got the shuffling thing down.
I head out to get cat litter feeling both pleased that I got such a good workout, and bummed that it took so little to do it.
