I'll take "things that kick my ass" for $1000 Alex!

I'm a big fan of game shows. I love them, really. I used to play sick from school just long enough to catch The Price Is Right as often as my mom would fall for it. I have dreams of Bob Barker finally calling it quits and me being the next Sultan of Barker's Beauties.

When they came out with the game show channel, re-running old game shows, I was in absolute heaven.

My name is Sarah and I am a game show junkie.

Most recently I have felt like playing $100,000 Pyramid, the winner's circle of course. If you aren't familiar with the game...well shame on you... but it's fairly simple. One person is given a specific word/phrase/sentence, like "What a dentist might say" and has to somehow get his partner to say that sentence by giving them clues, such as "open wide" or "looks like you have a cavity".

So here's some clues... see if you can figure out what the phrase is...

*drinking arsenic*
*stepping in front of a speeding locomotive*
*taking a long walk off a short pier*

The clock is ticking!!!! Did you guess it?!?!?!?

If you guessed "things that will kill you" then you're the winner!!!!

That was fun! Let's do it again!

Here's another...

*drinking arsenic*
*stepping in front of a speeding locomotive*
*doing 3 sets of 12 squats at the gym*

If you guess "things that will kill you" again then you're... well if you didn't guess it you're not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, if ya catch my drift.

Oh yes, the "squat of death" is how I like to refer to it. It's oh so good for your body yet so very unbelievably painful to do. We did our first full set of new exercises at the gym today and can I just scream OUCH?

I knew the squats were going to be difficult. I remember doing them in gym class in junior high. I also remember one of my study hall teachers using them as punishment for kids who couldn't keep quiet.

So when you know you're going to have to do something that will cause yourself pain, you try to prepare yourself for it. All day today I told myself I was going to hurt. I was going to be in pain. I even prepared myself by taking an ibuprofen before going to the gym.

But no amount of prep could have gotten me ready for the hurt I was going to be in...None.

I tackled the squats first. Kind of like eating peas when you were a kid... you eat them first and then wash them down with the rest of your food. Just do it and get it over with.

So I stood in my place next to the bar...made sure my body was in position...pulled the bar up from the bar-rest... and squatted.

Such a searing burning pain shot through my legs I thought somebody had set me on fire. It wasn't pain like getting smacked in the head with a 2X4 but more like pressing really hard on a fresh black and blue bruise sort of pain.

One.

I squatted again.

Same searing pain.

Two.

I squatted again.

Less pain yes still painful.

Three

This repeated until squat #12 was completed. Then I rested as I watched my husband do lunges with, by the look on his face, the same pain shooting through his legs that I had.

Then I repeated. Twice. 36 squats total.

Now if you would poke me in the eye 12 times I would probably stop you after the 1st time and most definitely by the 3rd or 4th time. Not only that but I'd be a little pissed off at you for poking me in the eye, yet I will put myself through 36 painstaking squats for what? To be fit? To be healthy? To look good? A tight ass? Hot thighs?

Yeah, that's right. And I'll do it again on Wednesday.