“The morning after” is always filled with remorse for me. On some level I must have known I was going to be a food floozy so last week I scheduled a workout today with Trainer Rick of Achieve Fitness to work off the sins of the celebration.
None of the usual suspects showed up for our typical 9:00 hour but I was joined by three new friends, Linda, Troy, and Lucia (who brought along her adorable daughter Sophia).
Today was Minute Day! Between you and me, it’s my favorite of all Rick’s sadistic workout routines. Minute Day is basically a series of circuit training exercises that you perform for (you guessed it) only one minute. The way I look at it, I can survive ANYTHING for a minute, a philosophy which served me well during two labor and deliveries. Each of us performed a different exercise until we heard the timer go off and then switched so that eventually we each performed every maneuver in the series.
The other reason I love Minute Day is because it levels the playing field. You could work out with A-Rod (with or without magic juice) and STILL feel mighty because he can’t finish hours before you and make you feel like a total loser because he’s only allowed a minute per exercise… just like you.
My new workout buddies were either totally clueless or they know something about Rick that I hadn’t quite figured out in the two years I’ve been with him. But when I heard his reaction, I realized it was the latter. Like a bunch of guilty Catholics, one by one they confessed yesterday’s eating sins….. out LOUD! To RICK! Keeping in mind that I’ve never worked out the day after Thanksgiving, I immediately assumed that they were obviously STILL hungover on tryptophan! I mean who in their right MIND would ADMIT that kind of thing? Well…. I used to in the early stages of our fitness relationship. In fact, I was even MORE naive because I used to post it on FACEBOOK! Now my eating habits are on a need-to-know basis, thank you very much!
As the confessions rolled in I exercised silently feeling somewhat smug in the knowledge that I knew better than to admit to these temptations out loud. “What did YOU have?” he finally asked.
“Lettuce!!!!” I replied without hesitation. I learned from thirty years of raising children that when a child responds with “what?????” to your direct question it usually means the response that follows will be cause for grounding. Even saying the word “lettuce” sounded insincere so I quickly admitted to the Mashed Potatoes. OK.. I didn’t say how many ‘taters, but how sinful can a starch really be when it has both a song AND a dance named after it? Don’t believe me? Check out youtube. I know my Mashed Potatoes!
Here’s what I learned about working out the day after a major holiday.
Even the Trainer cheats once in a while.
And for that piece of humble pie, I’m thankful.
Could I have it with whipped cream?