We all like a fun workout, right? Well, I thought about going to the gym yesterday, but then I realized I had about two full seasons of Supernatural to catch up on before the season eight finale. And erm…priorities.
So I decided to try to get the best of both worlds, and I created the Supernatural marathon workout game!
Beware, there might be some spoilers nestled in here.
Here’s the sitch. It works pretty much like a drinking game, but you know, without the booze and with a lot more exercising. There are plenty of fun things I love about Supernatural. The Impala. The meta. The Sam.
There are also a lot of things that reappear fairly often. Like…the Impala. And motel rooms. Angels. Demons. And erm, death. So I made up a little program of exercises to do! Amanda Byrne suggested that I share it with you, so for your Friday funsies, enjoy!
Let’s start with the basics. To do this, you’ll need access to some or all of the seasons of Supernatural, a love of Winchesters, and a bit of open space. You’ll also need some dumbbells of whatever weight you fancy moving around. Some exercises you can do with your bod alone, others you’ll want to use weights.
- Supernatural episodes
- Winchester lurve
Here’s what I came up with!
1. If you see the Impala, show that muscle car some muscles.
What better way to do this than bicep curls? Grab a dumbbell in each hand. Keep your elbows close to your torso. Contract your biceps, raise your weights. Don’t grunt unless you want the lunk alarm to go off. I did 30-50 reps with smaller weights for this. Do what you gotta do.
2. Motels are popular places. Sort of. Whenever Sam and Dean hang out in one……
It’s planking time!
Nope, you’re not trying to plank on top of the McDonald’s arches. We’re talking the other kind of planking. I like to do this one leaning on my forearms. Keep your body (especially your core) as straight as possible. Raise yourself up on your toes and forearms and hold the position for whatever time length you fancy. I go with 30 second increments.
3. We’re gonna mix the Impala with some Queen, because when they’re driving, you want to ride your bicycle.
Not the traditional bicycle. We’re talking bicycle crunches. Whenever the boys are driving around, you get down on the ground, lie on your back, and alternate extending each leg in front of you. While doing this, put your hands behind your head and twist your torso from side to side, trying to bring each elbow close to the opposite knee. I did this in sets of 20 (per leg).
4. Only way to get abs like this is to work them out. A lot. Consider this your reminder.
Whenever you see a set of Winchester abdominals, get your crunch on. Pretty simple. You can do crunches, right?
I started with fifty or so in sets of 10-20.
For this, you can use whatever weight of dumbbell you want, but you’re doing dumbbell flyes each time you see an angel. I don’t care if it’s Castiel or Lucifer. Get flapping.
6. When one of the Winchesters drops, so do you…and give us fifty.
Pushups, that is. These boys have a tendency to get dead. When they do, get your pushup on. Lots of pushups. It doesn’t happen that often, but when it does, you show those boys some respect by conditioning your core, back, and arms. Fifty pushups. Do them in as many sets as you need.
7. The Winchesters drink a lot. And somehow they manage not to get the beer belly. The only way they keep those cut obliques is by working them out.
You can do side crunches or side planks, or whatever you want. I like to use one dumbbell, hold it above my head, and lean from side to side. You’ll feel it in your sides. Just picture the V. Or, you know, Dean’s or Sam’s.
8. When they fake an occupation, so do you.
Those Winchesters like to flash badges that aren’t theirs. For this one, you hold dumbbells in each hand with your elbows bent at 90 degree angles and held close to your torso like you’re going to do curls (or like a server holding a tray full of drinks). Stand on one leg with the other bent like a flamingo. At the same time, rotate both arms and the bent leg outward so that they’re all in line with your body, then back in so they’re in front of you again. It’s a lateral movement, no vertical curling, etc. Do about ten reps on each side.
So that’s it.
Eight different exercise triggers in honor of the eight seasons of the show.
Have fun getting as ripped as the Winchesters! Got ideas for more we can add? Let me know in the comments!
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I am so excited today to announce that Searching for SuperWomen is live! The inaugural post is up — my story of why I decided to start this project. You can look forward to hearing from the other wonderful women on Wednesdays this month. Next up is Fran Roberts!
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If you were floating around Twitter for the bulk of last night, you may have seen some odd things. For instance, a single tweet that just said “Prawns.”
Or a hashtag #bosomfiend.
These things came about because my friend Kristin McFarland (who, on a much more serious note, interviewed me on Wednesday for her Why Write project) and I have been reading through the Anne of Green Gables books. She came across them between undergrad and grad school; I found Anne when my grandmother gave me the Canadian films when I was a kid. I somehow made it to adulthood having never read the books, but I can’t say that anymore.
Kristin got me to read the books, so I thought it was only fair I get her to see the movies.
Last night we settled in, three states apart, to watch them.
We sighed over Gilbert Blythe, tried to hug Matthew Cuthbert through the screen, and fell in love with that little redhead all over again.
It made me wonder how a rather simple story about an orphan girl finding family and love could affect me as much as it did when I was a kid. I remember seeing Anne shriek at Rachel Lynde and calling her fat and wishing I had the guts to stand up to the people who were mean to me. I remember seeing her break a slate over Gilbert Blythe’s head and knowing that I was learning to take no shit.
Anne rapturously declares to Marilla that she wishes to have a bosom friend, and Marilla chuckles, “A what kind of friend?” But Anne finds in Diana Barry the truest kind of friendship most of us only hope to share with another person.
If you’re truly curious about the public side of our screening for these films, check out the Twitter hashtags #solemnvow and #bosomfriends.
As we were watching, I got to thinking. It’s always a bit funny to watch something you loved as a child with an adult perspective. Some things you’ll watch and wonder where you ever got the idea that it was a good use of your time. Other times, you’re struck by the layers of meaning, the hidden purpose, and the power that remains, turning memory to new discovery.
That’s how it’s been with me for Anne of Green Gables.
Reading the books was like diving into a richer world, learning and growing alongside Anne. There were new characters to meet who I could tell had been distilled and shifted, combined and compressed into characters in the film. There were familiar moments of fear and trepidation and love.
Watching the films as a child, I don’t think I ever quite understood the fullness of what happened when Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert decided to keep Anne Shirley even though they’d sent for a boy.
As a child, I just wanted Anne to be able to stay at Green Gables because she loved the place so. She seemed so self-sufficient to me that I never questioned her ability to survive elsewhere. Through the years, though, and now having read the books as an adult, that moment is something more altogether.
She arrives at Green Gables with more adult experiences than a child should have. Caretaking, housekeeping, even medicinal knowledge. She’s capable, intelligent, independent. She’s a dreamy little kid, who escaped the harsh reality around her by fleeing into the boundless wealth of imagination.
More and more, when I relive this story, I see myself. Just like Anne, I fled poverty and chores and cruelty at school and the stress of many, many moves by fleeing into my imagination. Into countless books and worlds. When something didn’t exist, like Anne, I made it up. And I yearned for a bosom friend, just as she did.
Anne greeted the world with a sense of awe and wonder, allowing it to thrill her in a way most people don’t. She showed Marilla and Matthew that in spite of her misfortunes, the world was still a beautiful place. And when she arrived, they knew that sending her back could end up breaking her, snuffing out that light that she allowed to shine so brightly.
They made the decision to take that child and give her love. To give her love and family and an education and an opportunity. An elderly pair of unmarried siblings wanted to give Anne Shirley more scope for her imagination.
And oh, the love.
Anne Shirley is a veritable magnet for it. She wins Matthew over the first time she speaks to him. And Marilla the first time Anne tucks her trusting hand into that of the older woman’s. She dazzles Gilbert with her resolve, her perseverance, and her intelligence. And, of course, there’s Diana, Anne’s bosom friend.
When I think about the love this child found, it’s made even more poignant fully understanding from an adult perspective what exactly Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert did for her. It reminds me that it’s what I got from my second mom and later, my stepdad. The ability of an adult to raise a strange child as his or her own. I benefited from that kind of love as well. And like Anne, I’ve continually reaped the blessings of love in this life. From finding Jordan and Julia (MY first real bosom friends, who walked me down the aisle) to my loving husband, who is a true partner in life.
Kristin and I spent several hours last night watching these films a couple hundred miles apart from her. At one point, we were discussing another film we both love and Capclave (which she is joining me for), and Kristin said, “Plus, we’ll have known each other for like two years by then and NO MEETING. It’s outrageous.” And it’s true. We’ve been chatting on almost a daily basis for a year and a half. We watched Anne and Diana skip about the beaches of Prince Edward Island, and that struck me all over again. Technology has made it possible to form friendships with people hundreds or thousands of miles away. We’ve done Google hangouts and talked on the phone. We’ve “introduced” our husbands via video and shown each other our critters.
For all our rather goofy tweets about Miss Fortune and bosom fiends last night, we really are friends.
This world still holds wonder.
The best thing about watching something like Anne of Green Gables with someone who loves the story as much as you do is that it’s a nice reminder to be grateful.
I’ll be damned if that Anne Girl didn’t work her magic again.