The day I got conned into 100 burpees

First I should admit that I'm usually not that easy to con especially where heinous burpees are involved but since I'd been awake since 4am this morning (my normal trick of youtubing a song three or four times to lullaby me back to sleep had to be abandoned when at 4.30am the song still hadn't loaded - my internet doesn't like to be disturbed that early!!) so anyway I am a bit slow mentally today. Well slower than my normal slow!

Fortunately or not, before I knew it, it was 6am and I was undertaking 5 squats, 5 burpees and 1 flying walenda every minute for 20 minutes. It sounded deceptively easy (walenda aside) and I was feeling tres smugaroo. Leanfit was going to be a walk down easy street compared to the alternative crossfit workout today WITHOUT A DOUBT - those poor crossfitters with their billion reps of everything under the sun!

For anyone who wasn't there this morning when Ryan kindly demonstrated what I'm calling a flying walenda and instantly rolled their eyes with sincere appreciation and understanding that this epic gymnastic feat was clearly going to be a breeze - it looks something like this:

Darn it, I was this close to putting on my lycra onesie today!!

Don't worry the triple flip out of the walenda was optional!

I forgot to tell you all that I am secretly an Olympic Gymnast right?!

Well so the concept of twenty flying walendas distracted me so much that I was seven minutes in before I realised I'd just undergone a gym mugging - and that I signed up to undertake 100 burpees. All I could think was 'just wait til I catch my breath cos I'm going to pummel someone'. i.e. NOT HAPPY!! 

N.B. For anyone who isn't an Olympic Gymnast who specialises on the rings and wishes to attempt a flying walenda you basically have to jump up and aim to go arse over tit (I tried to find a nicer way to say this - I really did but there isn't one - so sorry), hang onto the rings for dear life unless your goal is a head injury and then just embrace the fact that you are going to look ridunkulous flailing around in the air for a couple of milliseconds looking as far removed from an Olympic Gymnast as is humanly possible. Simple. The hard part is committing to the jump.

Fortunately at the 13 minute mark, just as Randy and I were just about to die (yes today I meet a real life Randy AND I kept a straight face - yay!) - Bon Jovi came and kicked our butts - whoooooooooaaaaaa, ooooooooooooo, your half way thereeeeeeeeeeee, whooooooaaaaa, ooooooooooooooo living on a prayer. EPIC power song - even made getting mugged at 6am almost worth it. Then Lady Gaga Bad Romanced us home to the finale. 

So Randy and I both got full marks. 20/20 and that's how I was conned into executing 100 burpees. Something I would never attempt normally. In hindsight, I'm now sure the alternate crossfit workout would have been wayyyyyyy easier! xx