dance of the
bullfighter. I channeled the passion of the bolero and combined it
with a new-found intensity and performed my best Paso routine
ever.
Finally, the jive. I knew this was Michaela’s
weakest dance, and dancing this last after the other nine dances
didn’t add to it. But she fought through it and we danced a good
routine.
With the group routines completed, each
couple had to perform their solo routine. One by one, we watched
the other couples perform. Some of the routines were really good,
better than ours, I thought.
Then, it was our turn. I could feel the spark
ignite when I looked in her eyes as the music started. We danced a
smooth, passionate bolero. I lifted her in the air as though she
was weightless. At the end of the dance, I gently lowered her to
the floor. As the music stopped, instead of kissing her as I did
last night, I simply winked and smiled. I pulled her up and we took
our bows.
After another brief intermission, the winners
were announced. As they announced third place, I saw that our name
had not been called. Then the announcement came.
“And the winner in our amateur couple
division... Jeff and Michaela!”
We hugged each other tightly, then went up to
accept our trophy. I could tell that tonight there would be another
celebration. Better put the fire department on alert.
DREAM WORKOUT
Jeff was a bit overweight. Okay, he’s quite
overweight. So, how could someone that heavy have that first
experience? By losing weight.
I knew I needed to shed a bit of weight. I
heard about this camp where I could do just that. Three months of
working out and eating right.
I went there with high expectations. I
quickly found that it was not as easy as it looked. From someone
who ate mostly fast food, eating healthy was very hard. I never
worked out, so it didn’t take much to get me winded.
We had two personal trainers there, Sean and
Megan. Given my needs, Megan worked with me. She was stricter, but
she got results.
After the first week, we had our first
weigh-in. I had only lost three pounds. Megan was upset. She worked
me harder the next week.
After the second week, we had another
weigh-in. I had better results, losing seven pounds. Megan still
wasn’t satisfied.
She made me a proposition. If I could lose
ten pounds at the next weigh-in, we would have a special private
one-on-one workout. I took her up on the offer.
I worked out harder than ever before. I spent
many hours on the treadmill, on the bike, and lifting weights. I
watched every single calorie.
After the third week, I weighed in. Megan was
there to see the results. Twelve pounds. As excited as I was, I
could also see a smile on Megan.
The next day, we started with a two mile run.
I was sweating buckets at the end of the run. Megan just had a
glisten to her.
Part two of the workout started when we
returned to the camp. Megan took off her pants and lied faced down
on the floor. She then told me to take off my pants. I was hesitant
at first, but she’s the boss.
She told me to hover over her and do fifty
pushups, so I did. With each up and down motion, I entered her
rear. You’d think that the more pushups I did, the more tired I
would get. I actually got stronger the longer I went, but after
number fifty, I was spent.
She gave me two extra incentives. If I lost a
total of fifty pounds, there would be another one-on-one workout.
At the end of the program, there was a marathon. If I finished the
marathon, there would be an extra special one-on-one workout.
With incentive like that, I knew I had to do
whatever it took to lose the weight and get into shape. I ran
faster and at a steeper incline on the treadmill. I did more reps
on the weights. I cut down the calories.
Three weeks later, I had reached that fifty
pound mark. As promised, we had yet another private one-on-one
workout. This time, she had me run five miles before the
pushups.
For the last five weeks, I worked on building
endurance. I had a twenty-six mile
bullfighter. I channeled the passion of the bolero and combined it
with a new-found intensity and performed my best Paso routine
ever.
Finally, the jive. I knew this was Michaela’s
weakest dance, and dancing this last after the other nine dances
didn’t add to it. But she fought through it and we danced a good
routine.
With the group routines completed, each
couple had to perform their solo routine. One by one, we watched
the other couples perform. Some of the routines were really good,
better than ours, I thought.
Then, it was our turn. I could feel the spark
ignite when I looked in her eyes as the music started. We danced a
smooth, passionate bolero. I lifted her in the air as though she
was weightless. At the end of the dance, I gently lowered her to
the floor. As the music stopped, instead of kissing her as I did
last night, I simply winked and smiled. I pulled her up and we took
our bows.
After another brief intermission, the winners
were announced. As they announced third place, I saw that our name
had not been called. Then the announcement came.
“And the winner in our amateur couple
division... Jeff and Michaela!”
We hugged each other tightly, then went up to
accept our trophy. I could tell that tonight there would be another
celebration. Better put the fire department on alert.
DREAM WORKOUT
Jeff was a bit overweight. Okay, he’s quite
overweight. So, how could someone that heavy have that first
experience? By losing weight.
I knew I needed to shed a bit of weight. I
heard about this camp where I could do just that. Three months of
working out and eating right.
I went there with high expectations. I
quickly found that it was not as easy as it looked. From someone
who ate mostly fast food, eating healthy was very hard. I never
worked out, so it didn’t take much to get me winded.
We had two personal trainers there, Sean and
Megan. Given my needs, Megan worked with me. She was stricter, but
she got results.
After the first week, we had our first
weigh-in. I had only lost three pounds. Megan was upset. She worked
me harder the next week.
After the second week, we had another
weigh-in. I had better results, losing seven pounds. Megan still
wasn’t satisfied.
She made me a proposition. If I could lose
ten pounds at the next weigh-in, we would have a special private
one-on-one workout. I took her up on the offer.
I worked out harder than ever before. I spent
many hours on the treadmill, on the bike, and lifting weights. I
watched every single calorie.
After the third week, I weighed in. Megan was
there to see the results. Twelve pounds. As excited as I was, I
could also see a smile on Megan.
The next day, we started with a two mile run.
I was sweating buckets at the end of the run. Megan just had a
glisten to her.
Part two of the workout started when we
returned to the camp. Megan took off her pants and lied faced down
on the floor. She then told me to take off my pants. I was hesitant
at first, but she’s the boss.
She told me to hover over her and do fifty
pushups, so I did. With each up and down motion, I entered her
rear. You’d think that the more pushups I did, the more tired I
would get. I actually got stronger the longer I went, but after
number fifty, I was spent.
She gave me two extra incentives. If I lost a
total of fifty pounds, there would be another one-on-one workout.
At the end of the program, there was a marathon. If I finished the
marathon, there would be an extra special one-on-one workout.
With incentive like that, I knew I had to do
whatever it took to lose the weight and get into shape. I ran
faster and at a steeper incline on the treadmill. I did more reps
on the weights. I cut down the calories.
Three weeks later, I had reached that fifty
pound mark. As promised, we had yet another private one-on-one
workout. This time, she had me run five miles before the
pushups.
For the last five weeks, I worked on building
endurance. I had a twenty-six mile
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