I'm learning to love my no-hassle pale new look. What's weird is that I seem to be getting some color even through SPF 70. How is that even possible? Perhaps I should invest in a sun bonnet or a hazmat suit. Anyway, for years I used sunless tanner to enhance muscle definition and minimize flaws on my legs (veins, scars, massive kickboxing bruises). The color blended and hid everything really well. What I have discovered is that bright white legs coated in sunscreen also have their own magical camouflaging properties. They scatter and reflect light like nobody's business. When I'm outdoors in broad daylight, you could not look directly at my legs even if you wanted to. Glance at me and you'll be seeing green spots through tattered retinas for the rest of your life. I'm like a freakin' death ray walking down the street! I feel as though I have discovered a new super power. Do not cast your eyes upon The Human Reflector!
I started the full Red Carpet Ready workouts. I'm doing the strength circuits twice each and it's taking me just under an hour, maybe 50ish minutes. When I increase it to three times each next week, it will probably put the strength workouts at 60-65 minutes. Heart rate stays way up there throughout. There is no rest. You recover from your single-leg reaching lunges by doing sliding planks and such. (Yes, ouch!) After giving it some thought, I decided to go ahead and use the suggested weights, mostly 8-12lbs. Obviously, I'm not going to put on any muscle doing that, but it isn't a muscle-gain program; it's all about getting smaller. What's funny is that I considered this a six week vacation from heavy lifting, a nice break, a way to kick back and relax, try something a little different. I did not in any way expect it to kick my ass, but my ass is so hilariously kicked! This light, high-rep "feel the burn" stuff is just stomping me. The sliding moves, the little isolation exercises that I haven't done in years and years. OMG! The day after my first full workout, I felt like I'd been dipped in fire. Forty minutes into this thing, while I'm doing crazy, leg-lifting, glute-clobbering isolation movements, I find myself trembling and mumbling things like, "Don't cry. It's almost over." How funny! I'm embarassed for myself. Hopefully, I'll toughen up in the coming weeks. :-D

