Workin' it Out

So I've been working my booty off (quite literally, I might add) with Alonzo. For those of you that know me, you know that I am not the best when it comes to tolerating exercise.

Alonzo did inform me not to be late since he "got a Laker game to watch". Don't worry, he watched it through the entirety of my workout. He just stared at the big television on the wall while barking orders at me and saying "you feel it?!" randomly interspersed throughout his countdowns.

He likes to say "You feel it?!" ALOT. He also says what I believe to be "Come on with it" but it actually comes out a bit more like "cuh-mow-wit-it".

So my ab machine work out sounds a bit like this from my persepective:

10... cuh-mow-wit-it....

9.... cuh-mow-wit-it....

8....how's it feelin little mama?......

7...cuh-mow-wit-it.....

6.....finer than wine, finer than wine....

5...cuh-mow-wit-it....

4.....you feel it?......

3.....kickin' it like crisco.... (???)

2....... cuh-mow-wit-it..

1.....you smokin tonight! come on 2 more!

2....cuh-mow, one more!

1....dat's right, 2 more!

2... (At this point I typically yell YOU ARE SUCH A LIAR!)

1....aight aight mama walk it out. walk it out little mama.

And then I just lie on the floor and die.