The first time I was ever exposed to the word, “burpee” was in my cheerleading days. I admit I thought it was some kind of practical joke involving tons of belching.
Burpees sound harmless and innocent, but in reality they are like the Army drill sergeant you never had. Just performing one leaves me breathless and having to resituate “my girls”.
“My girls”. Probably the one reason why I don’t do more burpees. Ladies, you can relate to this one. Bending down, pushing up, and obviously jumping up can be quite the showdown of woman vs. gravity. Somehow the boobs always win!
Nonetheless, burpees are vital for some extra fat burning properties and increase speed, strength, and mobility!
During the Sandy storm I exercised my eye muscles more than any other muscle in the body. (glued to news!) I could’ve easily become Ben Stein’s next candidate in a Clear Eyes commercial.
Yesterday was the equivalent of my Monday. I possessed the motivation, vigor, and stamina to actually workout. (Plus, my eyes weren’t dry or bloodshot) I knew I needed a swift kick in the boot, so burpee hell was born below.
If you are really good at math, yes, that’s 100 burpees! I need an “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” signaler around my neck. You probably will too after this one.
Were you affected by Sandy? What are your thoughts on burpees?
Peace, love, and burpees!