This is sponsored content from BlogHer and The Laughing Cow.
While I was vacationing, I found the fountain of youth.
It’s in Williamsburg, Virginia.
Did you know that you can go there and mingle with folks from the 1700′s?
Take a good look at this fellow:
He’s got to be 250 years old,
yet he doesn’t look a day over thirty.
This militia man looks equally good.
How does stay so young?
When I saw the women, I knew I had to divine their fitness secret.
Look at the beautiful skin on this 250 year old colonial woman:
Granted, their wide brimmed hats prevent aging from the hot southern sun.
But hats didn’t explain how these people stayed so fit and trim.
For all intents and purposes, these people should be exhausted. They’re 250 years old, after all.
But then I realized that they wore heavy layers of clothing in the withering heat.
Aha! That must be the secret to their good health!
I immediately donned a long cotton dress, petticoats, an apron, and a big floppy hat.
I decided to take a run in my new outfit, and I followed my family into town.
Running can be boring if you’re not with someone to talk to.
It worked. Sweat poured into my eyes.
I could barely make out my family in front of me, but they looked like this:
Oddly enough, my daughters looked faintly embarrassed.
They said I looked like a scary scullery maid.
Perhaps I need to rethink my choice of exercise…
* * *
I have great news! Share your funny fitness story in the comments below and you’ll be entered to win $150. Over the next few months, the nice people at Laughing Cow will be offering 11 other chances to win $150, as well as a weekly chance to win $100 from the Daily Laugh Hub on BlogHer. Please keep your stories G-rated, because profanity or offensive content will disqualify you from the sweepstakes. Visit The Daily Laugh hub to read more funny stories and for weekly chances to win $100 at the “Play for Laughs” game. If you share something really funny, it may end up in The Daily Laugh! Click here for the official rules.
Lynn Kellan is a romance novelist devoted to finding the love and the funny in every story. Her novella will be available in 2012, but she is always here to focus on the lighter side of life. 
"You make me start my day with a smile!" from Ravit
{ 30 comments }
When I was in college a few years back I was working out at the school’s rec. center on the treadmill. I lost my balance some how and went flying off of it. I ended up with a massive tear down my pants and everyone around me saw. Pretty much the most embarrassing day of my life. I only make this story public because i LOVE Laughing Cow cheese that much lol.
Can I just link to a funny workout story?
http://howcouldyounott.blogspot.com/2010/03/warning-too-much-information-is-shared.html
I love me some Laughing Cow. Pick me. Pick me.
I hope you don’t mind me saying this but…your hubby’s got a nice tush. lol!
J.J.´s last [type] ..If this doesnt make you at least smile
JJ, I think he has a nice tush, too!
I don’t know how funny this story is to others, but at the time I thought it was. I joined a lady’s gym when I was a teenager and there was a woman who insisted on walking around the lady’s locker room completely naked. She would go up to people and have conversations with them, stark naked. I thought it was pretty outrageous.
I went to a new gym to try a class. We were doing squats, and “rip” went my pants. I pretend to go to the restroom, left, and never went back.
I wrapped myself using tons of plastic wraps since my cousin swore that worked magically for getting fit.
I had signed up for a gym membership and as part of the package, my first day came with a 1 on 1 session with a personal trainer. I got Vic, a really nice young guy who had just moved from Austria. Well, once he had me doing crunches, midway he pointed to my stomach and asked “Your abs! WHERE ARE YOUR ABS?” I was a bit embarassed lol. Vic, obviously my abs are under a thick layer of fatty material. I couldn’t help but laugh!
My sister in law had the brilliant idea of getting into shape for the summer by doing the p-90x workout regime. Day 1 – 1 hour cardio workout – I figure I run regularly so this should be no problem. So, we pop in the DVD and have at it with everything we’ve got. About 3/4 of the way through the workout I start to notice that I am having a hard time keeping up but, not wanting to admit it, I press on. We finish the workout and feel really good about ourselves and set a time for the following day to do the next workout – core training. We part ways and I go home and have a lovely dinner with my husband and go to bed. I wake the next morning to my alarm clock and when I try to reach over to turn it off I discover that at some point during the night I must have died and rigor mortis had set in. I couldn’t lift my arms, I couldn’t lift my head, I couldn’t sit up. I literally had to roll over and slide out of bed to get up. All the while my husband is laughing at me while I grunt and moan and try to shuffle myself into the shower. I am now wondering whether Tony Horton is some sort of sadistic nazi. When I get to work I call my Sister in Law – WHAT THE HECK DID YOU DO TO ME!! She laughed and said, “I can’t move either. You’re still coming for core tonight, right?” My reply – ARE YOU INSANE!!! She talked me into it with promises that a second workout would make me feel better. Like an idiot, I beleived her.
Day 2 – Core – We show up and pop in the DVD. I now want nothing more than for Tony Horton to materialize in her living room so I can kick him square in the shins. I don’t even know why we bothered with this workout because most of the time we were just rolling on the floor laughing in pain yelling, “I can’t do it, I’ve got nothing. OW! OW! OW”! All the while cursing Tony Horton with every expletive we could think of. I think we even invented a few new ones. We also started to wonder if some of the people in the video were robots because they didn’t grunt, or moan or complain like the rest of us. They just weren’t human.
Day three- Arms. I knew I was in trouble for this one. I really, really really hate doing push ups. Apparently there are a hundered different kind and Tony Horton wants you to do all of them for this work out. Of course, he’s a big muscley push up loving kind of guy. By the end of this workout I really wanted to poke him in the eye. The next morning my arms were sore in places I didn’t know could get sore and I couldn’t wash my hair.
Day four – Extreme Yoga. I used to like yoga before I did this workout. So relaxing and peaceful. But put in the hands of Tony Horton it became some strange form of torture. This was the longest of the DVDs, lasting an hour and a half. We learned to dread Thursdays with this one.
I could go on but you get the idea.
I do have to say that through all of the whining and complaining, we did stick with it and the soreness dissipated after about two weeks. Yes, I said two weeks. I have never been so sore for so long in my entire life. After a while we came to dread the wokouts less and less and we did get noticable stronger so in the long run it was worth it…… I think. LOL!
what’s tush? is that like turf?
valerene matthews, malaysia´s last [type] ..All the Excitement Surrounding the WC otherwise titled Dont Shoot Me
haha@not a day over 30! lol
Okay, this is SO embarrassing BUT I’m gonna tell it lol
It happened quite some years ago when I lost my 70 lbs..I was exercising alot and got bored with walking only..I decided to do some aerobics and various things from a dvd I had..well, one involved laying across a coffee table using it like a weight bench almost..I had no clue our table was that flimsy or I was that heavy but it didn’t take long and BAM..I was laying on the floor on top of a broken, flattened coffee table:( lol
thanks for the chance to win!
ajoebloe(at)gmail(dot)com
My friend and I used to go rollerblading at the beach. As I was blading, I got distracted by a good looking guy playing volleyball. I rolled right off the sidewalk and into the sand; went face first into a bench and chipped my front teeth. So not only did I embarass myself in front of the good looking guy; I had to walk around with a chipped front tooth for a week until I could get into the dentist.
My embarrassing workout moment was when I was running outdoors (well, more so jogging to be honest lol) and saw two cute guys on the other side of the street so to impress them I started sprinting (even though I was already out of breath) and blasted my ipod music to gear me up. I guess I was so focused on trying to assume proper sprint form and pumping it up that I sort of zoned out from reality because I literally ran into a bus stop sign. It was so humiliating I ran all the way back home as those guys smirked at my mishap! ahh!
I definitely ran off the treadmill last week when I tried to look at my Ipod for too long! Youch! scg00387 at yahoo dot com
This happened years and years ago, in the late 70′s to be exact.
I was an avid tennis player and had recently taken up the game of racquetball. Because of my prowess in tennis I was able to beat all of my friends in racquetball, even the boys! I was quite proud.
I was newly engaged and while my fiance and I had played many sports together we had never played racquetball. One evening I sneaked my fiance onto our college courts and told him I would teach him how to play. Jim had never played before BUT was easily beating me. What? I was a great player! I started to get serious in the game and give it my all. I ran, I ricocheted the ball off all the walls, I made my shots low with a quick bounce but he was still returning my shots with ease.
Times were desperate. Sweating profusely I excused myself and went to the girls locker room where I removed my bra! I hurriedly returned to our court enclosure where my fiance’s mouth dropped open and I was able to handily beat him.
We married 3 months later.
Oh and the kicker to this story… I was wearing a t-shirt that said ‘Perfect Angel’.
I’m sure we’ve all had them…those moments that last forever in your memory. The ones where you prayed to never see the innocent bystanders EVER again.
I have been thinking a lot about when my boys were younger, man I miss those days. I thought it was so hard at the time, but I would love to have those days back. Life was simple, and they were simply embarrassing kids!
Don’t believe me?
I now submit for evidence: Article A – The Airport
When the boys were young we traveled to and from NC to visit with the Grands. Due to my husbands work schedule and our need to see them every three months (lucky aren’t they), I took most of these trips alone.
You may have seen me there, I was the one running to make my connection pushing a double stroller with about 60 lbs of weight sitting in it (I had some chunksters), rolling 2 bags of carry-on, a stuffed diaper bag, and 2 car seats around my shoulders! Oh yeah, and I was probably crying!
So on the way home from one of these lovely trips we are standing in line at the gate getting ready to board the plane, and I’m holding J’s hand and have JJ on my hip. Suddenly I hear JJ say “Look J I found band-aids in mommy’s pocket book” to which J quickly starts yelling “I wanna band-aid too mom, I want one, I want one”. So I am frantically digging in my purse trying to find the band-aids when I realize, I never carry band-aids in my purse. I curiously looked up at JJ to find that he had unwrapped a pad and stuck it to his forehead! I thought I was going to die! I quickly ripped it from his head and shoved it in my purse. I’m not sure how many people witnessed my humiliation, I kept my head down and my eyes forward, and yes I prayed “Lord, please don’t ever let me see these people again”, so far , so good!
Love the pics and the story! My funny fitness story is isn’t super fitness-y, but it does involve dancing and I was sweating, so here goes: Love your story, it will be a funny thing to tell baby someday
One of my most embarrassing stories involved me in a show, I work in theatre a lot and since costume wasn’t done until last minute, so during rehearsal I always had to “pretend” to curtsy in my dress, which was a very long and bulky dress, much longer and bigger than my real dress would be on show night. So once the show started and I was finally in my costume dress, no more pretending with a long bulky gown, I had to actually curtsy with a shorter more sleek ballgown. Well, I wasn’t used to wearing a shorter ball gown, and when it came time to curtsy, I did. I heard a few chuckles, but didn’t think any thing of it. Next, it came time for me to “bow” to the prince in the show, and when I did, I was met with more giggles, not to mention the Prince’s eyes just about popped out of my head. What was everyone laughing at?? I didn’t get it. When I walked off stage when my scene was over, my director ran over to me and said in a frantic voice “Amber, you’re pulling the dress up high, and showing the entire audience your underwear and stockings!”. I just about fell over with embarrassment. I was so used to curtsying big and heavy with the larger dress that I had forgotten that I could do it lighter and less pronounced with my brand new dress. But the show must go on! So for the rest of the show, I didn’t curtsy 
This happened when my son, now almost six was just an infant. We went on our once monthly dinner out. We would walk about two miles pushing him in the stroller from our house down the hill to an Applebee’s. We always said we could splurge on dessert and burn it off walking back up the hill. Anyways, we got to the restaurant and got him settled in the high chair. We were there about ten minutes when he had a blow out. When I say blowout I mean explosive all over the high chair floor. It was the biggest mess of poo I’d ever seen. We quickly apologized. Helped clean up and took off back up the hill home. I’ve never been so embarrassed anywhere. We never went back to that Applebee’s. I hope they got the poo out of the carpet!
I tripped and fell off the treadmill last week when I was watching a good looking guy walk by. And, yes, he noticed me too after that – Ugh!
I love Laughing Cow! And I love this story! Too funny!
One night I was watching television, eating a chocolate sundae. The novie, Body Heat, was on, and I saw a steamy, gorgeous Kathleen Turner. I looked down at my big bowl of ice cream and thought, “What’s wrong with this picture?” The next morning, I joined Jazzercize.
I was whining to hubby about spending more time together so we, mainly I, thought it’d be a good idea for me to join his bowling league. I had been on the league for a while and was frustrated that I could never crack 100. I mean everyone else on the team averaged 150, 175 and up.
Our team made it to the league championship and that day I finally did it. I was nearing 100. I was ecstatic. Everyone else well, umm, not so much. One of the guys pulled my husband aside. Next thing you know, hubby comes up to me to explain that I was the handicap and that my good bowling was actually bad for the team.
They wanted me to bowl poorly but that night of all nights, I was on a roll and couldn’t. I was getting strikes and spares left and right. I still remember the grimaces on my team’s faces whenever I got a strike or a spare. They were actually coaching me on how to bowl poorly (like I needed that, I mean I mastered it all the weeks before). But the one night, the one night, my poor bowling skills were needed…I was on fire and couldn’t lose. Oh yeah, we lost the championship but I learned a lot about bowling and handicaps.
I have a weighted “Stayball” from Gold’s Gym that I use to work out my legs and abs in my living room. (This is really funnier to see than to hear about) My 20 month old daughter uses her big rubber ball from Walmart and tries to do every excercise that I do. The funniest is when I am leaning against the ball with it up against the wall, and she does the exact same thing.
http://twitter.com/keepinitcheap/status/20530318245
Tweeted! Thanks
Shasta´s last [type] ..P90X Plus Review
I love this comic about exercise:
http://www.ahajokes.com/crt025.html
My funny moment @ the gym involved my talking to a really hot guy. I had just gotten done working out when I approached him with some stupid excuse. Well he kept on looking @ me strangely and I just couldn’t figure it out. Anyway, the convo ended up being short & sweet! When I walked into the bathroom after that to change I realized there were sweat marks on my shirt where my t*ts had been sweating. And ladies, thats the down side of having a large buzzom. I was so embarrased! kytah00@yahoo.com
So last year we decided to get out as a family (including my sister-in-law and her son) and enjoy the warm air of summer. We headed to a popular park near our home and had a lovely picnic while watching the other park go-ers. Once we were done eating, we decided to get out the bubble wands that we had packed for the kids and try to exert some of that pent up summer energy. Bubbles seem like pure fun, right? Well, the adults had received this glorious idea that could only have been sent from someone in the Cayman Islands. “We should play Ninja bubbles!” As we waved the bubble wands, creating endless waves of spherical joy, we would take turns trying to karate chop, ninja kick, and/or headbutt the bubbles. I was cautious at first, seeing as I was somewhat out of shape and self-conscious, but then it became too much fun to hold back. I felt GREAT as I began the sacred exercise of the Ninja Bubbles, but the joy vanished in a world of pain and embarrassment. As I ran towards the next wave of bubbles with my name on it, I tripped over myself and plunged shoulder first into the hard ground below. At this exact moment in life-altering history, there happened to be a very large crowd of 5k runners moseying on by; catching quite a show. My ego was bruised worse than my shoulder and I have yet to attempt this maniacal exercise since. I even have a pre-crash-and-burn photo of me gaining speed before the fateful event.
Jamie´s last [type] ..First Day of Kindergarten
I had just started my warm up on the treadmill in the gym at work when I felt the urge to pass gas. It didn’t feel like anything big , just one that would slip out unnoticed so I let it go…and then I felt it. That’s right, I had just sharted. As quickly as I stepped onto the treadmill, I stepped right off and marched into the locker room to shower. I hope none of my co-worders noticed :/
I was the kid in school that always got a “D” in gym class…athletic ability and I are not compatible. In high school I learned that if it was “that time of the month” you didn’t even have to suit up for gym class!!! Woot!!! I think my gym teacher thought I need to see a specialist since I had “that time” more than anyone else in gym class.
After the birth of my daughter I realized I no longer had a metabolism and if I was going to lose the weight, I needed to hit the gym. I joined a gym near my house that had child care. Since I’m also the most disorganized person in the universe, I was continually running late for aerobics class. This particular morning, I raced through the house throwing things into a diaper bag for my daughter, grabbing my own workout gear and corralling dogs to put into their cages before I drove like a NASCAR driver to get to the gym before class.
I dropped off dear daughter and almost broke a leg getting to the locker room to change and then taking my place right in the front row of the class. It wasn’t until I was changing back into my street clothes that I realized I had grabbed a pair of workout short that had no crotch…the dog had decided to chew the crotch out of my shorts and I was left with a huge hole that ran from crotch right to the back of my shorts. I’m sure everyone behind me had a great time looking at my bloomers the entire class. Lesson learned, spot check all gym clothes for dog damage before leaving the house.
Comments on this entry are closed.
{ 3 trackbacks }