The Gauntlet….

So the bachelorette party came and went, and so did my goals.  I managed to avoid the pool parties because I was actually out of town (great excuse to not have to admit my failure in reaching Adonis like greatness) but I did make it back for one night of vodka pounding, ass shaking, hangover inducing bachelorette party fun.

Now the games are over, a serious challenge thrown down by someone who knows I will never back down from a double dog dare.  I love competition!  I will watch badminton on TV just to see two people compete until a winner is declared and a loser… a sad, sad loser.

The true definition of irony is having a dear friend begin a torrid love tryst with an actual Las Vegas Chippendale dancer then come to me for relationship advice while unbeknownst to her I had started this blog.  This supremely ironic situation lead her to challenge me to a fitness competition.  2 Months to get into the best shape possible with the winner walking away with bragging rights, a tight six pack and a bright future in the pole-dancing industry.

I asked for a headstart, of course it was denied.  She is a measly 120lbs with a whopping 5 extra pounds on her frame.  So she has 2 months to drop 5lbs and tone up and she will be in great shape.  I have to drop 20 just to get started, then I have to drop 5 more and put on 10lbs of muscled….all in 2 months.  Not likely but being the good friend that she is, she knew that a challenge would be the only way for me to actually finish this program.

Its funny how your friends know you better than you know yourself sometimes.  So here we are, on the cusp of greatness once again with the help of a great friend.  (Thanks and good luck….. you are going to need it!)  So dust off those cross-trainers, charge up the heart rate monitor and prepare to sweat.  We start Monday!

Going insane!
Mike