My brother Sky is carless right now (he sold his car to fund a European honeymoon for 5 months), so sometimes he is subject to the whims of those of us with cars.
Last night he was my burden. He gets along well with my trainer, so I took him along with me. After enough mocking and cajoling, we convinced him to do circuits with me.
He kept up pretty well.
We talked about:
-tartar sauce flavored edible underwear
-restaurants that make you shit your pants
-shitting your pants in general
20 kb swings (20kg)
1 minute bike
10 deadlifts (95lbs)
10 chest press (two 35lb dbs)
10 squat and rows
10 (per side) step ups
10 curls (two 15lb dbs)
1 minute treadmill (7-8mph)
partner planks with 25 hand slaps
15 per side one leg foot touch crunches.
By the end of it, Sky left a sweat shadow.
"Hang on Sky, I have to take a picture of my sweat."
"And, um, the sweat on my...back?"
On the way home we stopped by a side of the road taco truck. "I'd like, um...twenty tacos."
"For here or to go?"
Apparently taco truck guy thought I was going to sit there and eat 20 tacos.
No. I was splitting them with Sky and my husband. I worked out hard, but not 20 tacos hard. Just 6 or 7 tacos hard. Side of the road tacos are the best. I love southern California.