Blame the business of summer, screwed up routines or whatever. But one busy days excuse has blurred into the next day too many times. I’ve now officially declared that I need to hold myself more accountable on this goal and get back on the treadmill (which now involves cleaning the basement, because hubby made a big mess while the treadmill was folded and now I have no where to set it up.

I made a sad, lame attempt at the prison workout. All the prisoners I’ve ever met are incredibly trim straight out of prison. I found out quickly that this takes a heck of a lot of upper body strength and coordination, both are strangers to me.

Really hardcore guys do descending sets of 20-30. As part of this goal, I want to be capable of doing descending sets of 10. Just ten, because I am neither a prisoner, nor a man, and not so young either. So there. Of course right now, I can’t even do one properly, so this might take awhile.