More squats and lunges
So tonight I bought my first official running shorts. Like the kind with built in snugs (underroos to those unfamiliar with the term). And also pleather leggings. Confidence is in the rise. I promise not to wear them together.
I tried to start a sing-a-long with my fellow runners at the gym this morning. Surprisingly, it did not catch on. Hurts So Good seemed like the perfect song to me, but alas they must not have known that one. Truthfully, I was flying this morning and felt so dang good the whole time I almost fist bumped everyone in the gym on my way. 5 miles in 46 and change!
Sometimes the only way out of the shit storm is to walk right through it. Do it with your head up. And your mouth shut.
Ants in my (smaller) pants
Still flying high from discovering I’m down a pants size, I stroll in to the gym feeling like a BOSS. Tonight called for three miles. Which I ran in 26 minutes. New PR. And I only felt near death for the last 400! I’m more proud of that than any number on the scale. Then I followed it up with kettlebell class. Lean and mean y’all! Such a good day! Such a good good day.
Suck it in
Needing to escape the office today, I took a little trip to Le Target. What I found was the Mecca of Clearance! I spied some cute trousers straight away; one problem, they were a size smaller than my usual. I thought it over and decided to buy them. I knew I had to be awfully close to being down a size; even if my nemesis,The Scale, refuses to reduce, I know I’m losing inches. Then I got...
Confessions of a control freak
So today was my long run. Twelve miles. Two hours. One hundred and twenty minutes. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, that’s A LOT of time to be alone with your thoughts. Especially when you’re pounding it out on a treadmill, because your town hardly believes in plowing the streets let alone shoveling the walks and trails. Today was different though. The...
When life intervenes
The plan last night was to go meet up with friends for ONE drink to celebrate a birthday. One. Singular. Before we knew it, the best and I were a bottle of wine in and the night was just getting started. It was one of those perfect nights where you scroll back through your iPhone photos the next day and end up in hysterics all over again. A truly great night with my best friends. BUT, I was...
What makes a runner?
Is it the ability to run double digit miles? (That happened Saturday!) Is it running a sub 28 minute 5K? (That totally happened today, pardon my SQUEEL!!!!) Is it your personal trainer asking you to join her on the local news to discuss runner’s safety issues? (That also happened today, SQUEEL!!!!) It’s none of these things. It’s getting off your ass, strapping on your sneakers, and...
When Sunday is Saturday
Yahoo for Federal holidays turning my Sunday in to Saturday! Today’s agenda: church, blood donation, errands, gym, and cooking another culinary delight for dinner. 4 of those 5 things happened. My iron was too low for donation. I’m blaming the 10.5 miler yesterday for that as I haven’t had problems with my iron levels in ages. The culinary delight was courtesy of Jenna...
But what if I can...
Eleven miles coming up today. I’ve already been to bible study and feel so amazingly refreshed and renewed. The weather could not be more perfect: a cool 37 degrees but NO wind, no ice, no snow. Coffee, water, and oatmeal have been consumed. The only thing standing in the way is my own thoughts of self doubt and fear. Let’s prove them wrong.
Big girls DO cry
Ever have one of those nights where you just need to sit in a hot bath with your kindle and a protein shake and cry it out? Tonight is that night.
Two a day? Why I never!
I decided in the interest of keeping my body in a somewhat routine schedule, I’d get up and run my 5 miles this morning, even though I didn’t have a training session today. Then I remembered tonight is kettlebells. So off to the gym I trek for the second time today. I already have a pumpkin pie protein shake prepped and ready for the blender when I get home!
A lot of time to think
Ten miles of running gives a person a lot of time to think. Too much time to think probably. I’m the type of person that needs to be constantly busy because I overthink. I create problems where none exist. All. The. Time. So 100 minutes of “alone time” leads to a reeling brain; and the creeping thoughts of, “oh you can NOT do this” have ample time to settle in...
Allow me to correct you
My coworker just waltzed in my office and said, “you’re looking really skinny today, must be that black jacket”. WTF?!? No. It’s the fact that I busted my ass doing three miles of speedwork at the gym this morning followed by an intense upper body session with my trainer. THAT’S why I look skinny today. Sidenote: I seriously contemplated laying on the floor of my...
I had to force myself to take a rest day today. Force. What the WTF? Honestly, my legs are shot after two days of running and a day of cross training and leg-focused personal training. But, as I stepped out the door of my office I wasn’t bitch-slapped in the face with an arctic blast. No, it was actually….pleasant. We reached record highs here today in my normally frozen tundra...
Suck it scale
So, I drug my tired ass to the gym at 5 this morning to squeeze in a nice little elliptical session before I met my trainer, Lisa-The-Ass-Kicker. That’s her designated title. I should have bought her an official name tag for Christmas. That would have been thoughtful. Anyways. I cranked out a not-too-hard/not-too-soft 45 minutes on the elliptical before shuffling (I do it everyday) to her...
What did I just do...?
I fear running 4 miles of hills AND attending kettlebell class until 8:30 tonight may have been a titch excessive given that I meet my trainer at 6:30 tomorrow morning. There’s atoning for holiday sins and there’s pure tomfoolery. I fear this decision was the latter.
Why Men Don't Fancy Funny Women →
kelzor: devonbanks: thecranium: anniehinton: Despite recent arguments to support this article, I was kind of hoping that this wasn’t the truth. “Research to be published this week in a leading academic journal confirms what many female comics - and funny women - have long suspected: men are frightened by their brand of humour. While men might chuckle at the odd gag, when it comes to...
May it be resolved
The trouble I have with New Years Resolutions is how seemingly overwhelming they are. A year’s worth of goals and action plans is daunting, to say the least. The other issue I have is that the task often forces us to reflect on the things we find ourselves particularly crappy at. Not exactly fun times. It’s no surprise suicides soar this time of year. So, I’ve decided to...