The most challenging thing for me to find is the space. Apartment workouts are shit. There's no AC. The neighbor's pot that they're smoking like a chimney is wafting through the windows. The cat gets in the way to see if you want to check out her butt hole for the hundredth time. There's an awkward coffee table that's impossible to move. If you haven't vacuumed that same afternoon, the constantly shedding living-room floor rug will be all over you. Literally.
My Special Man Friend ("MSMF") and I managed to carve out a small space in the aforementioned conditions to get a tabata style hand weight workout in. We've done it before and it's tough; fast paced with little to no rest for close to 45+ minutes. We both weren't feeling awesome as we finished the last weight round. Before we started the last segment, abs, MSMF took a walk outside mumbling that he "...might throw up." Once the torture was over, we both just laid in the nappy living room rug dander. Neither of us were much in the mood to start heating up the Cannibal Chicken Tikka Marsala (see Cannibal Chickens & The Turkey Head post) I had defrosted, so we headed upstairs for a shower.
MSMF was already soaped up by the time I jump in. As I started in on my pre-rinse before wash cycle, MSMF chuckles, looks over at me and says "I'm so out of it I thought that your face wash said 'positively lesbian'." Aveeno makes a great exfoliating face wash called positively radiant. I'm not sure how you get lesbian from radiant but it quickly signaled to me just how sick and lightheaded the poor guy was.
Now every time I wash my face I chuckle and feel a little bit more positively lesbian.
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