And here I am.
This week has flown by, but I think my brain is still stuck on Tuesday. I was completely rested (so I thought) at the beginning of the week and then Wednesday hit like a freight train. I got up that morning to workout before my first client, so you can imagine the portrait-of-awesome that was struggling to the coffee pot at 3:45. I may have been assaulted in my sleep.
I managed to make it back upstairs with 16 ounces of sanity in my hands, only to find that actually getting dressed was another challenge in itself. Ever have those mornings when you literally forget the proper order to clothe yourself? Apparently I need a weekly tutorial.
I put on my workout gear and realized something was off,...literally.
Socks....check.
Shoes....check.
Bikers....check.
Tank top...check.
Sports bra.............
Aaaaaand here we are.
It was literally staring me in the face on the bed. My apathy was fairly high at this point so I was tempted to just keep rolling. Let's be honest, I don't spend $60 on a sports bra for the latest support technology.
Ever seen a concrete support beam under a tree house?
Exactly.
I reasoned with myself that it was the principle of the matter, and I refuse to be lazy...and well, I'm 31, not 7.
Despite my questionable moments regarding attire, I was beyond excited to share with you all some pretty cool news.
The golf article I wrote for our gym's website was published on the Titleist Performance Institute website on Tuesday. I can't tell you how much this meant to me...as a trainer and as someone who passionately loves sharing my knowledge and experience with as many people as possible who do not have access to our facility. The folks at TPI are truly a class act and I am grateful for the opportunity to contribute. Very very cool. Here's the link:
http://www.mytpi.com/articles/fitness/why_the_glutes_matter
Onto my afternoon.
I am officially reaching that time of day when I would risk 2nd degree burns to take the coffee pot straight to the face. BUT thankfully I am taking tomorrow and Saturday off. Crazy, I know....a full 48 hours....you may see me on the news for going through withdrawal...or for making the neighborhood kids do lunges around the cul-de-sac in efforts to satisfy my need to make people sweat and/or cry. Kidding,...I'm not that mean ;)
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
DMX Made Me Do It...
I just woke up from my nap.
...Currently caught somewhere between awake and still-tired-and-apathetic-enough-to-not-risk-human-interaction......its such a fine line.
Wednesdays feel so long though. I get up slightly earlier than normal, (not sure how this is possible), and squeeze in a ridiculously early workout before my first clients. There was a lot of grunting going on at 4:45am and I blame the pull-ups. Its in those moments that I sometimes have to envision my own trainer yelling at me or something to crank out the last 2 reps.
My clients jokingly tell me when they're working out on their own they imagine me standing right there basically running my mouth in whatever means of motivational speech they need at the moment. Someone once asked me if I picture myself yelling at me in some weird matrix-like workout experience. Ha, no. Actually, to be honest, my imaginary trainer sounds more like DMX. Well, its a toss up between DMX and Vin Diesel. Either one would scare the shit out of me enough to finish pull-ups and risk passing out or a hernia.
All that to say, I made it through this morning's workout and am currently tired and well aware that hump day's "hump" is slightly bigger than normal today...
Its been a busy week, with an exciting announcement to come soon! No, I'm not pregnant....why is this always the first assumption?
Eggs are still marinating.
But seriously, I am thrilled to share this with you all...as it is one of those moments in your career when you sit back, sigh, and think hell yeah its worth it... So I hope to post about that in the next day or two. And to be completely honest, I have those moments daily with my clients, but this one is a little different...
In other non-fitness news, I am planning to move soon and I started cleaning out my closet. Dear. Lord.
I could clothe a small country....in mainly spandex, but whatever. It was absurd and there is much more to be cleaned out. The only thing I regret ever getting rid of are my leather pants. Great memories in those things, but pretty sure they needed to leave the premisses.....mainly because at this point in my life I can't take myself seriously in anything I rocked in a frat house while fist-pumping to Journey.
Well, the afternoon awaits and I've got 20 minutes to down another cup of coffee....story of my life.
...Currently caught somewhere between awake and still-tired-and-apathetic-enough-to-not-risk-human-interaction......its such a fine line.
Wednesdays feel so long though. I get up slightly earlier than normal, (not sure how this is possible), and squeeze in a ridiculously early workout before my first clients. There was a lot of grunting going on at 4:45am and I blame the pull-ups. Its in those moments that I sometimes have to envision my own trainer yelling at me or something to crank out the last 2 reps.
My clients jokingly tell me when they're working out on their own they imagine me standing right there basically running my mouth in whatever means of motivational speech they need at the moment. Someone once asked me if I picture myself yelling at me in some weird matrix-like workout experience. Ha, no. Actually, to be honest, my imaginary trainer sounds more like DMX. Well, its a toss up between DMX and Vin Diesel. Either one would scare the shit out of me enough to finish pull-ups and risk passing out or a hernia.
All that to say, I made it through this morning's workout and am currently tired and well aware that hump day's "hump" is slightly bigger than normal today...
Its been a busy week, with an exciting announcement to come soon! No, I'm not pregnant....why is this always the first assumption?
Eggs are still marinating.
But seriously, I am thrilled to share this with you all...as it is one of those moments in your career when you sit back, sigh, and think hell yeah its worth it... So I hope to post about that in the next day or two. And to be completely honest, I have those moments daily with my clients, but this one is a little different...
In other non-fitness news, I am planning to move soon and I started cleaning out my closet. Dear. Lord.
I could clothe a small country....in mainly spandex, but whatever. It was absurd and there is much more to be cleaned out. The only thing I regret ever getting rid of are my leather pants. Great memories in those things, but pretty sure they needed to leave the premisses.....mainly because at this point in my life I can't take myself seriously in anything I rocked in a frat house while fist-pumping to Journey.
Well, the afternoon awaits and I've got 20 minutes to down another cup of coffee....story of my life.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Home of the brave...and slightly illiterate...
I've been reading for the past 5 hours...time for a little break. And no I don't read fast,...I blame the gene pool. Didn't exactly come from a long line of speed readers.
Dad's improving.
Way to go Pops,...star for the day.
This weekend was such a stark contrast from last week's birthday mayhem. When I wasn't at work, I was working. I think I bled on the keyboard. Kidding,...unless I was typing with my toes. Then, you never know.
Other than that I was reading, writing, and celebrating my American freedom by going to bed at 9pm and cursing the fireworks going off.
At a baseball game they sound amazing.
In bed, they sound like gun shots and I'm one cherry bomb from hitting the floor and leaving Oscar to fend for himself. My goal on the 4th was to not leave my house. Check. Oh and take a couple of naps. Check check.
I feel so productive. But my God I was still catching up on sleep from last weekend. My mind says 25 but my body says 55 with a good chance of premature hot flashes.
Unbelievable.
Saturday was much the same with the exception of the Hallmark channel. I admit it, I was glued...I have no shame. I should, and yet I don't.
Why? Because God smiled on me yesterday. They were showing a Christmas movie that just happened to have a beautiful male specimen as the lead role. Tinsel and a man,...2 things Julie Andrews forgot to mention on her list of favorite things. Figure it out Jules.
Nonetheless, I couldn't even tell you the plot, but whatever it was I wanted to cry at the end. Not because it was an award winning, emotionally moving performance, but because I watched a solid hour of it and he never took his shirt off. I want that hour back.
Hallmark channel, you little tease...
Well, I practically wrote my next article on the treadmill this morning. Yeah, I don't know...after 3 cups of coffee and a solid 8 hours of sleep my mind was operating on a new level. The next one is for the ladies...sorry guys, but I encourage you to read as well...mainly to further understand the one you label "crazy" half the time. Be careful...she holds more influence than you think... ;)
Its about that time...Monday awaits and for the sake of everyone tomorrow my butt needs to get in bed...
Make it a great one.
Dad's improving.
Way to go Pops,...star for the day.
This weekend was such a stark contrast from last week's birthday mayhem. When I wasn't at work, I was working. I think I bled on the keyboard. Kidding,...unless I was typing with my toes. Then, you never know.
Other than that I was reading, writing, and celebrating my American freedom by going to bed at 9pm and cursing the fireworks going off.
At a baseball game they sound amazing.
In bed, they sound like gun shots and I'm one cherry bomb from hitting the floor and leaving Oscar to fend for himself. My goal on the 4th was to not leave my house. Check. Oh and take a couple of naps. Check check.
I feel so productive. But my God I was still catching up on sleep from last weekend. My mind says 25 but my body says 55 with a good chance of premature hot flashes.
Unbelievable.
Saturday was much the same with the exception of the Hallmark channel. I admit it, I was glued...I have no shame. I should, and yet I don't.
Why? Because God smiled on me yesterday. They were showing a Christmas movie that just happened to have a beautiful male specimen as the lead role. Tinsel and a man,...2 things Julie Andrews forgot to mention on her list of favorite things. Figure it out Jules.
Nonetheless, I couldn't even tell you the plot, but whatever it was I wanted to cry at the end. Not because it was an award winning, emotionally moving performance, but because I watched a solid hour of it and he never took his shirt off. I want that hour back.
Hallmark channel, you little tease...
Well, I practically wrote my next article on the treadmill this morning. Yeah, I don't know...after 3 cups of coffee and a solid 8 hours of sleep my mind was operating on a new level. The next one is for the ladies...sorry guys, but I encourage you to read as well...mainly to further understand the one you label "crazy" half the time. Be careful...she holds more influence than you think... ;)
Its about that time...Monday awaits and for the sake of everyone tomorrow my butt needs to get in bed...
Make it a great one.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
31 Candles and a Breast Pump
The week following vacation is always an interesting one.
...Its finding a balance between too extreme emotions: being eager to resume a routine and establish some order back to your life, and then saying to hell with putting on pants and having responsibilities.
My week was a little nuts to say the least, but manageable and with the anticipation of birthday weekend, I was able to survive life back in the gym.
I was beyond excited to get back into lifting after a week off and bloody feet from running. Toenails have not grown back yet, which I'm truly ok with. Two less that I have to paint. I know, the extra effort is exhausting to think about....BUT, they do feel so much better. Look horrible, but feel better.
And yes, I splurged a little on vacation. Pita chips, beer, wine, reeses pieces....yes it was good, but honestly I was ready to take a plain chicken breast and some broccoli to the face when I got back. Between my mangled feet and the diabetes I was working on, my body was hating me just a little....as it should.
Sooooo, yes it was my birthday this weekend...thank you all who sent emails/texts, I truly appreciate the thoughts and wishes. I could not have asked for a better 31st birthday. I spent it with my closest friends laughing, dancing, and pretty much squeezing everything out of a Saturday night that we possibly could. I am still recovering from lack of sleep, but it was worth it....from Blair's breast pump to our ridiculous moves on the dance floor, it was never a dull moment. And a shout out to the recent graduates who thought it was my 25th birthday and not my 31st...apparently I'm on my way to cougar status.
Side note: what hotel requires a 10am checkout anymore? Ah, not a great birthday present Hilton, figure it out...
In all serious though, I do like to reflect each year about what I've learned through this beautiful mess we call life. In the good, bad, ugly, and down right unfathomable, there is wisdom and potential growth if we choose to simply look at it as opportunity. No, I'm not where I thought I'd be at 31 had you asked me 10 years ago, but I excitedly anticipate things to come and welcome the challenges and changes ahead.
With all that said, here are a few reflections from my 30th year.....
* Falling down is inevitable. Staying down is a choice.
* You'll stop giving up when you consciously eliminate the option to do so.
* True colors are often purposefully concealed and carelessly unveiled.
* You'll find out what you're truly made of amidst the struggle.....and on a mechanical bull at 1am.
* Your feet will always follow your focus.
* Ultimately, the question is whether you are going to wholeheartedly say YES to your adventure...
* At the end of the day your greatest opponent is self-doubt.
* Be grateful for the here and now. Its purpose we may never truly know, but its potential to change us for the better is limitless.
* Surrender can be a great thing...
* If you must be one thing, be honest...to yourself...and others.
Here's to 31...the laughter and tears that got me here, and the journey that awaits. It will be a year of great things to come....
...Its finding a balance between too extreme emotions: being eager to resume a routine and establish some order back to your life, and then saying to hell with putting on pants and having responsibilities.
My week was a little nuts to say the least, but manageable and with the anticipation of birthday weekend, I was able to survive life back in the gym.
I was beyond excited to get back into lifting after a week off and bloody feet from running. Toenails have not grown back yet, which I'm truly ok with. Two less that I have to paint. I know, the extra effort is exhausting to think about....BUT, they do feel so much better. Look horrible, but feel better.
And yes, I splurged a little on vacation. Pita chips, beer, wine, reeses pieces....yes it was good, but honestly I was ready to take a plain chicken breast and some broccoli to the face when I got back. Between my mangled feet and the diabetes I was working on, my body was hating me just a little....as it should.
Sooooo, yes it was my birthday this weekend...thank you all who sent emails/texts, I truly appreciate the thoughts and wishes. I could not have asked for a better 31st birthday. I spent it with my closest friends laughing, dancing, and pretty much squeezing everything out of a Saturday night that we possibly could. I am still recovering from lack of sleep, but it was worth it....from Blair's breast pump to our ridiculous moves on the dance floor, it was never a dull moment. And a shout out to the recent graduates who thought it was my 25th birthday and not my 31st...apparently I'm on my way to cougar status.
Side note: what hotel requires a 10am checkout anymore? Ah, not a great birthday present Hilton, figure it out...
In all serious though, I do like to reflect each year about what I've learned through this beautiful mess we call life. In the good, bad, ugly, and down right unfathomable, there is wisdom and potential growth if we choose to simply look at it as opportunity. No, I'm not where I thought I'd be at 31 had you asked me 10 years ago, but I excitedly anticipate things to come and welcome the challenges and changes ahead.
With all that said, here are a few reflections from my 30th year.....
* Falling down is inevitable. Staying down is a choice.
* You'll stop giving up when you consciously eliminate the option to do so.
* True colors are often purposefully concealed and carelessly unveiled.
* You'll find out what you're truly made of amidst the struggle.....and on a mechanical bull at 1am.
* Your feet will always follow your focus.
* Ultimately, the question is whether you are going to wholeheartedly say YES to your adventure...
* At the end of the day your greatest opponent is self-doubt.
* Be grateful for the here and now. Its purpose we may never truly know, but its potential to change us for the better is limitless.
* Surrender can be a great thing...
* If you must be one thing, be honest...to yourself...and others.
Here's to 31...the laughter and tears that got me here, and the journey that awaits. It will be a year of great things to come....
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