The Royal Treatment?!

Blah, Blah, Blah… I see your lips moving but I cannot hear you… Oh wait, that’s the lack of oxygen to the brain and the ringing in my ears. I am ROYALTY, I am a QUEEN in the Royal Bootcamp Castle.

Our Royal Antics began with a Band, and no I do not mean a musical band. After 4 times for the day, Nancy took it easy on me with the green band. Bahaha! She’s like a kid fighting over a toy “Mine!” “No, Mine!” … only stronger. Notice it was all her fault. I am Royalty, I can blame her.

Then came the Royal Dance. I had dibs on the King Kettlebell. We were swinging something fierce. Left me Royally Flushed! Speaking of which, we then practiced the ‘proper technique to sitting on the Throne’… ooh that’s just not right. Sorry,  I cannot think of any politically correct way to mention Squats… so we will be moving on.

Next we got to partake in the Royal Atomic Pushups. Sounds like a new line of brassieres for Victoria’s Secret doesn’t it? If only that were the case… Of course if you do enough of them, you will end up on the runway and V.S.’s payroll… oh my aching body!

To round out the Royal Festivities, the Royal Finisher. ‘Pass the Royal Mutton on the Silver platter, only to taketh backeth’ (aka: slamball press outs); ‘climbeth the mountain with the dainty leg sweep’ (aka: x-body mountain climbers); and ‘for the love of the King, I’m locked out of the Castle, let me in’ (aka: Overhead Lockout). I have an inkling I was locked out on purpose, I don’t know why?! (You can dress me up, but you can’t take me anywhere)

Oh yes we were treated like Royalty today… really?! It was more like a Royal Pain in the Abs, Arms, and Gluteus Maximus Treatment Tuesday. Gotta love Royalty!! The Royal Treatment Tuesday in the Bootcamp Castle, pampering is down the street.

Now is the time for me to give the Royal Wave… I would but alas, I cannot raise my arm.

Blog you later.

Queen Gretchen