Renee, glad to hear from you
I have three of them, and they are very good. The easiest one is MMA Kickbox, and while it is fun, my heart rate does not go that high. One that is harder is MMA Boxing, and it had all the jumping around these ropes. I did not order the ropes, as I am alone, and I have to be careful with money. I do my workouts on a rug. MMA Fusion is so difficult that I had to stop yesterday after twenty minutes, and I switch to MMA Boxing which has the jumping. Of course, step is the best, and I also have Christi Taylor step, and her workouts are great, especially the older ones. I would sell my Firm workouts on Ebay, but, last year, I was in the hospital with pneumonia for two weeks, and I was flat on my back for over a month. When I was better, I offered to send two workouts that were really late out to the buyers, and I explained how sick I was. The buyers were extremely nasty, and they gave me negative feedback. I had had perfect feedback on Ebay, and now it is only 98 percent. The post office near me also close, and now the only one open is about five miles away. I do not wish to try to sell anything with feedback like that, and I can't get to the post office anyway. I buy enough on Ebay, because you can get things cheaper, and I also use every antiaging thing know to man, and when I was in CVS, a man told me that I looked 38. It was a great compliment, but I look older than 38. Ah, vanity.
To his Coy Mistress
by Andrew Marvell
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Andrew Marvell
Please don't mind me posting one of my favorite poems here. The theme is that we should seize life while we can and enjoy it, as death comes all too quickly.