As I fly over the friendly skies from Naples back to Washington, I’m kind of regretting the pact Craig and I made while observing our less than perfect washboard abs on the beach. We swore up and down that we are going to embark on “The Spartacus Workout” three days a week as part of our crazy-person six days our of seven workout. Craig found this Spartacus situation in Men’s Health and it is actually the really over the top regime done by the actors in the Starz show Spartacus: Blood and Sand.
My thirtieth birthday is 63 days away and one thing I really want when I hit the big 3-0 is a body I love. After running two marathons in the last six months, I’m pretty happy with having accomplished that, but now I am ready for that six-pack I can stop a bullet with. Or at least just bare by the pool.
THIS PART OF POST WRITTEN AFTER HAVING LANDED, GONE STRAIGHT TO GYM AND DONE SPARTACUS WORKOUT.
Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. But good pain. The kind that might give me thighs that Lance Armstrong would approve of. I think I just sweated out all the toxins in my body and my nine layers of beach-inspired bronzer. The hardest part of the workout is jumping in the air between lunges. Who knew jumping was so painful? If I survive this Spartacus training, I think I will wear that leather loincloth after all.