We Can’t Stop the Fire!…Though it’s always burnin’… Always

God. We are so sexy. The Tracy has completely taken over our bodies. The other day we were staring in front of the mirror, admiring our sweet triceps, when all of a sudden, our shirts just started shredding a part. Jenny Menke – We now understand how you feel when your shirts rip… This is going to be a pricey adventure. Already we have had to buy new pants. Another change we have noticed is we no longer are affected by the elements of winter and negative temperatures. This power is so great, that we now can ride our bobsled to the gym. Parking has become a problem, but no one wants to mess with thighs like ours.

As amazing as The Tracy is, there is one element that we have found to be quite awkward: The “Seated Calf Raise.” Have you ever seen someone perform this exercise? If not, let us give you a visual. Imagine one sitting on an engorged bouncy ball. Got it? Ok. Now, add weight on top of their 90º bent knees. And here’s the kicker… the movement is an up and down, gyrating, back and forth, over and over again, motion that you cannot help but feel observed. On top of all of this, we still can’t feel the burn. Our pretend yells are only for our viewers. Even after doing 200 of these, nothing seems to have been accomplished. Any suggestion on how we could enhance or fix the burn from this exercise would be greatly appreciated. Please leave your comments.

The highlight of the week was when we were asked to do the breakdown for the Hamline football team. Let us describe this event for you. While in the middle of performing our fourth set of the DB French Press, a bunch of big burly men began to gather around us. At first, we thought it was because we were lifting more than both of our weights combined (which… is a LOT), but when they began to chant “Tracy!” we realized they wanted more. And don’t you worry, we gave them more. As one large lineman stepped forward, we thought he was about to challenge us. Veggie stood up and raised her dumbbell at the man, while MoJo felt the need to step in between them. Instead of a “lift off,” he said, “Ladies of the night, would you please honor us by breaking us down?” We were speechless. Of course, we said yes. We proceeded to the middle of the pack, ordered everyone to put their hands in, and said “It’s always burning boys. Tracy on three… 1…2…3…TRACY!” They all left in jubilation.

May the force be with you,

MoJo and Veg