Actually, it's the concrete floor in my basement.
After two months of on-again, off-again relations with Jillian's 30-Day Shred, I've decided to call it quits.
Is it because she calls me "buddy" while we're working out?
Is it because she uses the ridiculous phrase "don't phone it in" when referring to quitting?
No. (Kinda. Okay, No.)
Is it because she won't even give me a freakin' minute to take a drink of water?
No. (But it should be.)
It's because I'm becoming crippled.
All of the jumping, lunging, shredding I've been doing in the cave known as my unfinished basement is wreaking havoc on my knees.
In the last 2 months I've gone from 35 to 85. If I kneel or sit with bended knees for a long period of time, when I stand up, I almost topple over. I cringe with pain and can barely straighten my legs.
This started happening soon after I started the workout DVDs. The funny thing is, I read one review from a woman who complained about the same thing...but I just chalked her up to a frustrated hypochondriac who didn't lose any weight.
Now, I see – and feel – her point.
So Mr. KK has banned me from working out with Jillian.
I don't know if I should cry, or kiss him.