Housework, I hate it

I found a cardio bootcamp workout dvd hidden among my collection of 80's horror movies and David Lynch films.

I thought "Hrm, maybe it's a sign, lets do this!"

With my black workout leggings still on from work, I cleared the coffee table away to make room for my movements. I don't have a yoga mat, but who needs that when you have an area rug right?

I put the dvd in the playstation, because who needs a dvd player when you have that, right?

I push play all, and get it started.

Less than 30 minutes later I lose my tank top and throw it to the side. The sweat is beading and running off me. My forehead is soaked, saturating my bangs that I slick back with my hand inbetween jump backs.

My sports bra catching all that it can.

We hit a slow point. Catch your breathe and lay your forehead on the mat, childs pose.

I lay my head on the area rug that I think is just as good as a mat.

I sit up, with a now furry forehead. I wipe away the dog hair that has now plastered itself to my face.

Ok, dvd's moving again. Have to keep up, keep it going.

Planks. Downward dog. Squats. Jumpback, GO!

I grab my tank top to wipe off the sweat and dog hair I've missed. One swoop, and my face is coated in another layer of dog hair mixed with sweat. Damn it.

I look down to my black leggings that are now turning gray. My skins developed a layer of white hair, should come in handy during the winter months.

I end the dvd early.

I knew I should have vacuumed before I started my workout.