I took a bunch of pictures of the Cohen clan sweating on our hike this weekend. I promise to post them later tonight. I forgot my camera this morning, I’m sorry blog friends. However, expect lots of unflattering images of very sweaty adults attempting to hike up a rather small mountain in one hundred percent humidity.
As we panted, we passed two small children happily hiking the other direction. My Dad, who was still leading the pack at this point yelled back at us complaining 20-something's, “there are eight year olds ahead!” At that moment I came to the realization that I’m out of shape. I’m 27 years-old, I should be in my prime. Unless my prime is pleasantly plump, I am far from it. I need to get my butt in gear, literally and figuratively.
Since I’ve been complaining about my fat butt for the past few weeks I figure it’s time for some sort of fitness challenge. This challenge is open to the public, naturally. So let’s commit to working out four days a week for the next month. Do whatever workout floats your boat. I’ll check in once a week and give you guys an update. This is going to be fun. Well, probably not. But, it will be effective, I’m sure.