6:15 on a Friday morning and I did about all the sleeping-in I could do.
Pretty pitiful.
The coffee pot was calling my name. So I answered.
It was a long week to say the least, but I lived to tell about it. Yesterday was chaotic, and I am still recovering from my workout-rash.
I should probably explain this...
I left my workout clothes in the gym's washer the day before to simply have them ready to roll for yesterday's sweat session. Well, when it came time to lift, I'd forgotten to put the damp clothes/towels in the dryer when I first got there.
They were soggy so there was no way I could put them on yet.
So I started my arm-assault with my work clothes I had on. Running tights, under armour long-sleeve top, and a t-shirt over top. This proved to be a horrible idea.
At one point during my pull-downs, I could literally feel myself getting a rash from all the seams under my arms. Its one thing to push through a tired muscle and fatigue, I get that, I'm ok with that. But to be rubbing myself raw for the sake of a bicep pump felt ridiculous.
Longest 4 sets of my life.
Dear under armour,
If the top costs more than $50, I feel slightly entitled to a rash-free experience. It burns to put on deodorant. This is not normal. Thank you.
It didn't end there though.
After I lifted, I had to get in some cardio. There was no way I could do it in my current skin-irritated-and-red-about-to-rip-my-shirt-off-in-anger state, so I had to change clothes.
My clothes were still not completely dry, but I had to get this done to head to an appointment, so there I was putting on damp spandex.
Aside from severe seam-rubbage, damp spandex ranks a close second on the horrible list. And actually getting in it is like shoving a honey baked ham in a tube sock.
My thighs were rebelling.
The treadmill experience was not exactly favorable conditions, but I finished, and threw those clothes back in the washer like the angry, rash-covered meathead I was.
Needless to say, today's workout will be interesting. I won't be shocked if I come out of there with hives and a few blood stains.
Onto better things...
This was Garrett's last week, and I cannot believe its already been over a year. He was a huge contributor to the entire ActivEdge experience, and I know clients will miss him dearly.
Personally, I will miss looking over a workout program and asking him why its the third time he's spelled "run" with 2 n's.
We are not winning any spelling competitions over there, but damn if we don't have some awesome people.
Thank you Garrett, for everything.
You have great things ahead of you, none of which involve grammatical perfection....you're built like an ox, you'll survive. :)
Well folks, time to get this day rolling.
A couple golfers, a solid workout, some emails,...here we go....
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Friday, January 25, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
A Little Vom...
Mondays I'm good.
Tuesdays its like Monday is still holding me down and beating me.
Needless to say, I struggled my way through the majority of the last 15 hours. Pooped.
To say I have to drag myself to start my workout on Tuesday is an understatement. Yes, believe it or not, I do not love every second of it or run to the treadmill like a moth to a flame.
The flame kills the moth, and on most days prior to noon, I am convinced the treadmill just might do me in.
I live to tell about it.
Amazing.
In moments like that, I personally cannot sit there and motivate myself through positive self-talk. Ha, no, I definitely bypass all of the encouragement, turn my brain off, and move. Embrace the suck and keep moving.
The more I think about it, the more likely I am to have Garrett in a a judo move mid-workout out of pure anger and frustration. Which is fine, if I were a ninja. Unfortunately, I am not.
Sometimes we can get completely lost in the dread of the struggle, that we lose sight of the accomplished feeling at the end. When that becomes insignificant along the journey, motivation will naturally decrease. Do yourself a favor and bask in the successful feeling, then release it and anticipate the next. Because there are times when the only thing remotely motivating is knowing its almost over and you didn't stop until you were truly finished.
Speaking of being done...
I think I reached a new low today when I literally watched someone vomit in a towel and continued to eat my chicken.
Apparently it takes more than a few chunks for me to lose my appetite. And the fact that this did not bother me, bothers me.
The best was the day a kid projectile vomited eggs and orange juice. That one got a little messy.
I can't say its never happened to me. Tis life.
Happy feet came in today.
He secretly likes to come in during Kelly and Michael so he can get on the treadmill and watch the show....not sure who he likes more, Kelly or Michael.
He wore sweat pants, 2 shirts, and a sweatshirt like he was training for the next Rocky. There was no stopping him, but he didn't miss a beat talking to everyone mid-jog like the determined Wal-mart-greater-of-life he is.
Way to go dad.
Whew, ok time for bed. I can hardly think straight.
Big day tomorrow.
Get your mind right.
Tuesdays its like Monday is still holding me down and beating me.
Needless to say, I struggled my way through the majority of the last 15 hours. Pooped.
To say I have to drag myself to start my workout on Tuesday is an understatement. Yes, believe it or not, I do not love every second of it or run to the treadmill like a moth to a flame.
The flame kills the moth, and on most days prior to noon, I am convinced the treadmill just might do me in.
I live to tell about it.
Amazing.
In moments like that, I personally cannot sit there and motivate myself through positive self-talk. Ha, no, I definitely bypass all of the encouragement, turn my brain off, and move. Embrace the suck and keep moving.
The more I think about it, the more likely I am to have Garrett in a a judo move mid-workout out of pure anger and frustration. Which is fine, if I were a ninja. Unfortunately, I am not.
Sometimes we can get completely lost in the dread of the struggle, that we lose sight of the accomplished feeling at the end. When that becomes insignificant along the journey, motivation will naturally decrease. Do yourself a favor and bask in the successful feeling, then release it and anticipate the next. Because there are times when the only thing remotely motivating is knowing its almost over and you didn't stop until you were truly finished.
Speaking of being done...
I think I reached a new low today when I literally watched someone vomit in a towel and continued to eat my chicken.
Apparently it takes more than a few chunks for me to lose my appetite. And the fact that this did not bother me, bothers me.
The best was the day a kid projectile vomited eggs and orange juice. That one got a little messy.
I can't say its never happened to me. Tis life.
Happy feet came in today.
He secretly likes to come in during Kelly and Michael so he can get on the treadmill and watch the show....not sure who he likes more, Kelly or Michael.
He wore sweat pants, 2 shirts, and a sweatshirt like he was training for the next Rocky. There was no stopping him, but he didn't miss a beat talking to everyone mid-jog like the determined Wal-mart-greater-of-life he is.
Way to go dad.
Whew, ok time for bed. I can hardly think straight.
Big day tomorrow.
Get your mind right.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Coffee Fix and Surprise Santa
I knew I'd be tired today, but I had no idea how bad it would be.
I honestly have no recollection of the last 15 minutes of my morning commute. And when Garrett walked in looking like he'd also been beaten in his sleep, I knew we were both in for a long day. We would have injected coffee if we thought it was sanitary.
Or had a needle.
Which, one should never have lying around. Horrible idea.
By 9am I was stupid-tired....and was not responsible for anything coming out of my mouth at that point.
I was a hazard to my own health.
Someone asked me today if I was fully decorated for Christmas.
I do believe in dumb questions.
Uhhh...yeah. I've been ready with my stocking since right after Halloween. I don't play around when it comes to Christmas.
I will not think twice about breaking out the ol Michael Buble album in the middle of June. Does not phase me, and my friends are all over this.
Just to give you an idea, for my bachelorette weekend they decorated the beach condo with lights, wrapped all my gifts in Christmas paper, and before I knew it my friend rushed out of the bathroom in a complete Santa costume.
I didn't get strippers. I got a lap dance from a friend dressed as St. Nick.
Pretty much equal in my book.
This is my life and explains so much...
A little stroll down memory lane. My girls are the best.
Well, on a fitness note, it was another great workout today. Yes, I was dreading every second of it because I was tired, but at some point I tell myself to shut it and keep moving.
The self-love is quite overwhelming during pull-ups, let me tell ya...
I was glad to be done, smelled horrible, and would have laid in the shower if I thought I'd still have hot water after 15 minutes.
Long day.
I gave in to some coffee this afternoon.
Yes, I did it.
I took it to the face like my life depended on it.
I went from protein shake...to coffee...to green tea. My body didn't know what the heck was going on. All I wanted was to wake up and not feel intoxicated while completely sober at 2pm. I was exhausted.
If I don't manage to get some sleep tonight it will be an interesting Wednesday to say the least...
I honestly have no recollection of the last 15 minutes of my morning commute. And when Garrett walked in looking like he'd also been beaten in his sleep, I knew we were both in for a long day. We would have injected coffee if we thought it was sanitary.
Or had a needle.
Which, one should never have lying around. Horrible idea.
By 9am I was stupid-tired....and was not responsible for anything coming out of my mouth at that point.
I was a hazard to my own health.
Someone asked me today if I was fully decorated for Christmas.
I do believe in dumb questions.
Uhhh...yeah. I've been ready with my stocking since right after Halloween. I don't play around when it comes to Christmas.
I will not think twice about breaking out the ol Michael Buble album in the middle of June. Does not phase me, and my friends are all over this.
Just to give you an idea, for my bachelorette weekend they decorated the beach condo with lights, wrapped all my gifts in Christmas paper, and before I knew it my friend rushed out of the bathroom in a complete Santa costume.
I didn't get strippers. I got a lap dance from a friend dressed as St. Nick.
Pretty much equal in my book.
This is my life and explains so much...
A little stroll down memory lane. My girls are the best.
Well, on a fitness note, it was another great workout today. Yes, I was dreading every second of it because I was tired, but at some point I tell myself to shut it and keep moving.
The self-love is quite overwhelming during pull-ups, let me tell ya...
I was glad to be done, smelled horrible, and would have laid in the shower if I thought I'd still have hot water after 15 minutes.
Long day.
I gave in to some coffee this afternoon.
Yes, I did it.
I took it to the face like my life depended on it.
I went from protein shake...to coffee...to green tea. My body didn't know what the heck was going on. All I wanted was to wake up and not feel intoxicated while completely sober at 2pm. I was exhausted.
If I don't manage to get some sleep tonight it will be an interesting Wednesday to say the least...
Monday, December 3, 2012
And This Is Called A Real Fork...
Monday.
Is it just me or is there at least one moment every Monday when you question your own sanity,...as well as your ability to restrain yourself from an outright assault...??...
Am I alone on this one?
No matter how well a Monday goes, its always a little nuts on some level. I say hope for the best, prepare for the worst, strap on a cup and charge full steam ahead.
On that note, I was honestly pumped about lifting today since I was 100% healthier and ready to roll compared to last Monday. Alicia Keys and Rihanna blared in my ear on REPEAT, (my OCD also dominates my iPod habits), and by the end I was pretty much convinced I was the Girl On Fire.
Literally,...on fire.
If you do not have that song, I forgive you...for now. Download it. Best $1.29 you'll spend in the next 24 hours, and I don't need to know what else you have planned to buy, but its probably worthless.
Its ridiculous,...when I get stuck on a new song I will listen to it until I hate it.
Certified extremist.
Long story short, awesome workout today...my body will probably hate me tomorrow.
Well, its officially birthday week for my partner in crime, Garrett.
Birthdays are a big deal in my book because it a reminder of the day God decided to pretty much rock the world, bring you in, and often prove He has a sense of humor....and that your parents make poor decisions during a Marvin Gaye serenade.
Ah, I'm kidding.
You're special.
One of a kind.
No one like you.
...I was fed way too many lies before the age of 10...
It was only fitting to start off his birthday week with a few practical gifts. And I do mean practical.
First, a giant bottle of balsamic vinegar.
The kid goes through more of that mess than any normal human being. Walk within 10 feet of his salad while he's eating, and the smell will literally singe your nose hairs. Its unbelievable.
Second gift, a metal fork.
Everyday while devouring his balsamic-molested-salad, he uses a plastic fork. And everyday, he loses at least 2 prongs. I don't quite understand why he must attack the bowl like a Spartan, but he does. And Dixie products fall victim every single time.
I admit, part of this gift is selfish because if he accidentally swallows a prong, I don't have time for an oral scavenger hunt and heimlich maneuver. The day I have to do the heimlich I'd prefer it be someone under 215 pounds. Sorry Garrett. Stick with metal utensils.
Third gift, Q-tips.
The guy is all about some personal hygiene...and he's gone on and on about wanting Q-tips after his post-workout shower. As if they are a delicacy and not found within a quarter mile radius at ANY store near the gym. You know what, DONE. You want a cardboard stick with cotton, you got it my friend. I am the birthday fairy. In spandex.
Whew, its going to be a long, festive week...
Well, its about that time.
Tired.
Dishes in the sink.
Time for bed.
Have a wonderful night folks...game on tomorrow. ;)
Is it just me or is there at least one moment every Monday when you question your own sanity,...as well as your ability to restrain yourself from an outright assault...??...
Am I alone on this one?
No matter how well a Monday goes, its always a little nuts on some level. I say hope for the best, prepare for the worst, strap on a cup and charge full steam ahead.
On that note, I was honestly pumped about lifting today since I was 100% healthier and ready to roll compared to last Monday. Alicia Keys and Rihanna blared in my ear on REPEAT, (my OCD also dominates my iPod habits), and by the end I was pretty much convinced I was the Girl On Fire.
Literally,...on fire.
If you do not have that song, I forgive you...for now. Download it. Best $1.29 you'll spend in the next 24 hours, and I don't need to know what else you have planned to buy, but its probably worthless.
Its ridiculous,...when I get stuck on a new song I will listen to it until I hate it.
Certified extremist.
Long story short, awesome workout today...my body will probably hate me tomorrow.
Well, its officially birthday week for my partner in crime, Garrett.
Birthdays are a big deal in my book because it a reminder of the day God decided to pretty much rock the world, bring you in, and often prove He has a sense of humor....and that your parents make poor decisions during a Marvin Gaye serenade.
Ah, I'm kidding.
You're special.
One of a kind.
No one like you.
...I was fed way too many lies before the age of 10...
It was only fitting to start off his birthday week with a few practical gifts. And I do mean practical.
First, a giant bottle of balsamic vinegar.
The kid goes through more of that mess than any normal human being. Walk within 10 feet of his salad while he's eating, and the smell will literally singe your nose hairs. Its unbelievable.
Second gift, a metal fork.
Everyday while devouring his balsamic-molested-salad, he uses a plastic fork. And everyday, he loses at least 2 prongs. I don't quite understand why he must attack the bowl like a Spartan, but he does. And Dixie products fall victim every single time.
I admit, part of this gift is selfish because if he accidentally swallows a prong, I don't have time for an oral scavenger hunt and heimlich maneuver. The day I have to do the heimlich I'd prefer it be someone under 215 pounds. Sorry Garrett. Stick with metal utensils.
Third gift, Q-tips.
The guy is all about some personal hygiene...and he's gone on and on about wanting Q-tips after his post-workout shower. As if they are a delicacy and not found within a quarter mile radius at ANY store near the gym. You know what, DONE. You want a cardboard stick with cotton, you got it my friend. I am the birthday fairy. In spandex.
Whew, its going to be a long, festive week...
Well, its about that time.
Tired.
Dishes in the sink.
Time for bed.
Have a wonderful night folks...game on tomorrow. ;)
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
29 Going On 60
The questions people ask and the conversations I have on a daily basis never cease to amaze me.
From the never-ending Would You Rather? game Garrett and I play (ironically all parties lose every time if played correctly), to some of the off the wall conversation starters presented by oxygen deprived clients. I am constantly entertained.
Today was no exception.
I am literally walking out of the break room with my oatmeal in hand, when a young woman looked at me with that I'm-about-to-ask-you-a-personal-question smirk. At that point I'm pretty much bracing myself for anything, but the topic of Brazilian waxing experiences didn't cross my mind. Apparently, she's become a regular and asked me if I'd ever go again.
I think it took me literally 0.35 seconds to answer.
I'd rather take a roundhouse kick to the face.
Absolutely nothing about that process made me pause and think "ya know what, I want to experience this again....in fact, once a month sounds awesome." Actually, it was borderline torture. There's a reason parties do not involve hot wax and private parts.
Its not fun.
Ever.
Next time I want second degree burns I'll opt for the McDonald's-coffee-to-the-crotch method...worked nicely in 1994. Worth a shot.
This was all before 10am. What a day.
Workout today was exhausting, but solid. I had the day off from cardio, which is always a plus in my book. Tomorrow is all cardio....happy hump day to me.
** A pat on the back to a client who ran a 5k this weekend and wanted to break 21 minutes.
Oh he broke it.
19:07...best run he's had in years. Very cool!
Its going to be a long day ahead tomorrow. I've got a full work day followed by a 60th birthday party for a dear friend and client. Where did the time go?
For the record, when I turn 60 my party will need to be before 3pm. At that point in my life I'll be headed to bed around 6, and 3:00 will honestly be pushing the limit of my prime during daylight.
I will be a handful to say the least.
Brace yourself.
From the never-ending Would You Rather? game Garrett and I play (ironically all parties lose every time if played correctly), to some of the off the wall conversation starters presented by oxygen deprived clients. I am constantly entertained.
Today was no exception.
I am literally walking out of the break room with my oatmeal in hand, when a young woman looked at me with that I'm-about-to-ask-you-a-personal-question smirk. At that point I'm pretty much bracing myself for anything, but the topic of Brazilian waxing experiences didn't cross my mind. Apparently, she's become a regular and asked me if I'd ever go again.
I think it took me literally 0.35 seconds to answer.
I'd rather take a roundhouse kick to the face.
Absolutely nothing about that process made me pause and think "ya know what, I want to experience this again....in fact, once a month sounds awesome." Actually, it was borderline torture. There's a reason parties do not involve hot wax and private parts.
Its not fun.
Ever.
Next time I want second degree burns I'll opt for the McDonald's-coffee-to-the-crotch method...worked nicely in 1994. Worth a shot.
This was all before 10am. What a day.
Workout today was exhausting, but solid. I had the day off from cardio, which is always a plus in my book. Tomorrow is all cardio....happy hump day to me.
** A pat on the back to a client who ran a 5k this weekend and wanted to break 21 minutes.
Oh he broke it.
19:07...best run he's had in years. Very cool!
Its going to be a long day ahead tomorrow. I've got a full work day followed by a 60th birthday party for a dear friend and client. Where did the time go?
For the record, when I turn 60 my party will need to be before 3pm. At that point in my life I'll be headed to bed around 6, and 3:00 will honestly be pushing the limit of my prime during daylight.
I will be a handful to say the least.
Brace yourself.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Mullet Wigs and A Cold Feline
My house is currently 64 degrees.
I'm cold.
The computer keys are cold.
Oscar's balled up like a doughnut knot probably wondering why we're so cheap not to turn on the heat. I refuse to justify myself to a feline that licks questionable body parts, but I truly have no excuse for not heating this place up.
Until then, I will sit here and marinate in my hoodie like a champ.
What a weekend.
I spent the majority of my weekend in front of a computer mulling through emails and diet plans,...2 seconds away from doing some serious interventions. If I show up at your door with a trash bag, bottle of laxatives, and 12 step program, don't ask questions just go with it.
The crap people eat still blows my mind sometimes. Not to say we should never enjoy a splurge every now and then, but my god people, the majority of your food should actually start rotting within a few weeks at most. Real food.
Needless to say, after the first 3 meal plans, I wanted to bang a few heads against the wall. I refrained. But today it was game time for those people.
Speaking of food, I literally choked on my chicken today.
It was about 5:00, and I was predictably throwing down my chicken and veggies as I made my way around the gym. (Gotta fuel the machine on the fly). Next thing I know, I'm coughing like an asthmatic, can hardly breathe, and Garrett's looking at me like I better figure it out. He reassures me he knows the Heimlich, but I'm sure that while he'd dislodge the chicken, he'd also break my sternum...
So there I was trying to hack this white meat up, with my hands in the air having an afternoon near-death experience. It was like my own sick game of charades, and I was apparently "Dying on Space Mountain."
It was the only time I cursed chicken.
Well, except for the last time I choked...
Damn bird.
On a much more positive note, Zimm stopped by today! They had to evacuate Christopher Newport because of the hurricane, so he traveled with the GF to come home for a few days.
Great to catch up, and many laughs....always a good thing on a Monday.
Safe travels back Zimm :)
Well, I am still getting my halloween costume plan together, so I called my mom to ask for a wig or two. To add to the colorful portrait of my mom, just know that she has a designated "costume box" at home....which ic actually more like a closet.
I kid you not. If you need a prop, she's got it.....sad, on many levels.
She starts listing off all these wig options from Dolly Pardon to a mullet, which I immediately wanted of course, but I was overwhelmed after the 6th one. All I could do was picture her running around in these wigs on a Saturday night with a handful of glitter singing "If You're Happy and You Know It".
I'd pay to see it.
I'd go so far as to encourage her to strap on the fanny pack to complete the ensemble.
That pretty much wraps up my day.
Dad is dropping off 2 wigs for me tomorrow.....this is what a retired man does. I don't question it. Let him roll.
Night folks...
I'm cold.
The computer keys are cold.
Oscar's balled up like a doughnut knot probably wondering why we're so cheap not to turn on the heat. I refuse to justify myself to a feline that licks questionable body parts, but I truly have no excuse for not heating this place up.
Until then, I will sit here and marinate in my hoodie like a champ.
What a weekend.
I spent the majority of my weekend in front of a computer mulling through emails and diet plans,...2 seconds away from doing some serious interventions. If I show up at your door with a trash bag, bottle of laxatives, and 12 step program, don't ask questions just go with it.
The crap people eat still blows my mind sometimes. Not to say we should never enjoy a splurge every now and then, but my god people, the majority of your food should actually start rotting within a few weeks at most. Real food.
Needless to say, after the first 3 meal plans, I wanted to bang a few heads against the wall. I refrained. But today it was game time for those people.
Speaking of food, I literally choked on my chicken today.
It was about 5:00, and I was predictably throwing down my chicken and veggies as I made my way around the gym. (Gotta fuel the machine on the fly). Next thing I know, I'm coughing like an asthmatic, can hardly breathe, and Garrett's looking at me like I better figure it out. He reassures me he knows the Heimlich, but I'm sure that while he'd dislodge the chicken, he'd also break my sternum...
So there I was trying to hack this white meat up, with my hands in the air having an afternoon near-death experience. It was like my own sick game of charades, and I was apparently "Dying on Space Mountain."
It was the only time I cursed chicken.
Well, except for the last time I choked...
Damn bird.
On a much more positive note, Zimm stopped by today! They had to evacuate Christopher Newport because of the hurricane, so he traveled with the GF to come home for a few days.
Great to catch up, and many laughs....always a good thing on a Monday.
Safe travels back Zimm :)
Well, I am still getting my halloween costume plan together, so I called my mom to ask for a wig or two. To add to the colorful portrait of my mom, just know that she has a designated "costume box" at home....which ic actually more like a closet.
I kid you not. If you need a prop, she's got it.....sad, on many levels.
She starts listing off all these wig options from Dolly Pardon to a mullet, which I immediately wanted of course, but I was overwhelmed after the 6th one. All I could do was picture her running around in these wigs on a Saturday night with a handful of glitter singing "If You're Happy and You Know It".
I'd pay to see it.
I'd go so far as to encourage her to strap on the fanny pack to complete the ensemble.
That pretty much wraps up my day.
Dad is dropping off 2 wigs for me tomorrow.....this is what a retired man does. I don't question it. Let him roll.
Night folks...
Monday, October 22, 2012
Stripped
The alarm went off early.
Too early.
Before I knew it I was cleaning benches, writing programs, and watching squat form like a hawk. On some level, I get paid to watch rearends all day. I'm ok with it...I figure there are worse things to get paid for.
A young athlete asked me today what I thought of Lance Armstrong and the whole ordeal...
My thoughts? I'm more of a realist, surprising, I know. Do I think he doped? Absolutely. Do I think a large percentage of professional athletes "dope" in some form or fashion? Absolutely. Do I think he should be stripped of his titles? Eh, debatable.
At the end of the day in that world, its every man for himself...athletes, companies, etc. So to testify against someone or null a contract all in the name of saving-face, I get it. Not that I always support it, but I get it. And fact is, if they were as diligent about testing every other sport, there would probably be no professional league of anything.
Yes, we have many great athletes to draw inspiration from, but they are still human. They struggle, they are tempted, and they are fully capable of poor decisions.
But I love to hear people say "I would never do that." Truth is we have no clue what we'd do with millions of dollars and the essence of our identity riding on PERFORMANCE. I'd argue that the vast majority would compromise everything just shy of selling our first born for the sake of doing what we love, being filthy rich in the process, and pretty much being placed on a pedestal.
Never say never.
Justin Bieber quote.
Teenager worth billions...oh the irony...
I had a great workout today despite my lack of sleep this weekend. Nothing like a solid Monday lifting session.
Brian was back in the weights with Garrett and I after his half ironman this past weekend. Something I have absolutely NO desire to do...ever...
I don't enjoy running enough to go that far.
I can't even float.
And the thought of sitting on a bike for more than 5 minutes without a donut seat sounds miserable. But hats off to those nut jobs who love it. There is very little in this world I'd want to do for 5 hours straight...and running, biking, and swimming are not on the list. Nowhere near it actually.
Well, I am spent.
Time for bed and back to the grind tomorrow. Love me some Tuesdays.
Too early.
Before I knew it I was cleaning benches, writing programs, and watching squat form like a hawk. On some level, I get paid to watch rearends all day. I'm ok with it...I figure there are worse things to get paid for.
A young athlete asked me today what I thought of Lance Armstrong and the whole ordeal...
My thoughts? I'm more of a realist, surprising, I know. Do I think he doped? Absolutely. Do I think a large percentage of professional athletes "dope" in some form or fashion? Absolutely. Do I think he should be stripped of his titles? Eh, debatable.
At the end of the day in that world, its every man for himself...athletes, companies, etc. So to testify against someone or null a contract all in the name of saving-face, I get it. Not that I always support it, but I get it. And fact is, if they were as diligent about testing every other sport, there would probably be no professional league of anything.
Yes, we have many great athletes to draw inspiration from, but they are still human. They struggle, they are tempted, and they are fully capable of poor decisions.
But I love to hear people say "I would never do that." Truth is we have no clue what we'd do with millions of dollars and the essence of our identity riding on PERFORMANCE. I'd argue that the vast majority would compromise everything just shy of selling our first born for the sake of doing what we love, being filthy rich in the process, and pretty much being placed on a pedestal.
Never say never.
Justin Bieber quote.
Teenager worth billions...oh the irony...
I had a great workout today despite my lack of sleep this weekend. Nothing like a solid Monday lifting session.
Brian was back in the weights with Garrett and I after his half ironman this past weekend. Something I have absolutely NO desire to do...ever...
I don't enjoy running enough to go that far.
I can't even float.
And the thought of sitting on a bike for more than 5 minutes without a donut seat sounds miserable. But hats off to those nut jobs who love it. There is very little in this world I'd want to do for 5 hours straight...and running, biking, and swimming are not on the list. Nowhere near it actually.
Well, I am spent.
Time for bed and back to the grind tomorrow. Love me some Tuesdays.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Circus Act
The amount of vegetables I just consumed was ungodly.
I may have overdosed on vitamin K. Things no one does on purpose....ever...
This will be short tonight, I've still got food to prepare and laundry to fold. My attempts to be domesticated often just leave me tired and apathetic to the proper way to do anything.
I don't separate my laundry.
Horrible, I know.
If it bleeds, it bleeds...I'd rather not segregate my laundry. Thus, I have several pairs of gray socks. Its fine. I like them. (No I don't)
6:30 this morning and I was completely out numbered in the gym...between Garrett and the clients, the gym was swarming with testosterone. Amazingly, NO TALKING. Such a stark contrast from 9am on a Monday morning. Women everywhere and the oxygen literally being sucked out of the place. It trips me out. If they want to talk and move at the same time, fine. But once a committee meeting starts mid-workout, I have to do an intervention and endure the look of death. Apparently, I am a horrible human being for not allowing 5 minute conversation breaks during a workout...
One of the highlights of my day came in the afternoon as Brian and Garrett decided it would be a good idea to juggle rolls of athletic tape. Long story short: Brian can juggle, Garrett can get pissed off trying.
It was comical. Garrett was literally breaking a sweat and 3 tosses from a mini meltdown.
Of course I tried.
Failed miserably.
2 hands, 3 rolls of tape. Common sense says the numbers don't add up. I might as well have been blind folded and suffering from a severe case of trigger finger. It was bad.
But I hope they got a good laugh.
Well, I'm about to go show 2lbs of chicken who's boss. Have a great night folks!
I may have overdosed on vitamin K. Things no one does on purpose....ever...
This will be short tonight, I've still got food to prepare and laundry to fold. My attempts to be domesticated often just leave me tired and apathetic to the proper way to do anything.
I don't separate my laundry.
Horrible, I know.
If it bleeds, it bleeds...I'd rather not segregate my laundry. Thus, I have several pairs of gray socks. Its fine. I like them. (No I don't)
6:30 this morning and I was completely out numbered in the gym...between Garrett and the clients, the gym was swarming with testosterone. Amazingly, NO TALKING. Such a stark contrast from 9am on a Monday morning. Women everywhere and the oxygen literally being sucked out of the place. It trips me out. If they want to talk and move at the same time, fine. But once a committee meeting starts mid-workout, I have to do an intervention and endure the look of death. Apparently, I am a horrible human being for not allowing 5 minute conversation breaks during a workout...
One of the highlights of my day came in the afternoon as Brian and Garrett decided it would be a good idea to juggle rolls of athletic tape. Long story short: Brian can juggle, Garrett can get pissed off trying.
It was comical. Garrett was literally breaking a sweat and 3 tosses from a mini meltdown.
Of course I tried.
Failed miserably.
2 hands, 3 rolls of tape. Common sense says the numbers don't add up. I might as well have been blind folded and suffering from a severe case of trigger finger. It was bad.
But I hope they got a good laugh.
Well, I'm about to go show 2lbs of chicken who's boss. Have a great night folks!
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Letting Go
At least dozen times during my day a client will give me the I'm-not-sure-what-you're-about-to-tell-me-to-do-but-I-hate-you-right-now look. Some don't even realize they are doing it....and others are practically burning a whole in my face with it. Gotta love Tuesdays. They are Monday's hangover and Wednesday's pregame. Today felt more like a hangover...minus the walk of shame...
Garrett was training a young female this morning, (I say "young" like I'm 60 years old), and I couldn't help but overhear and then interject in the conversation. She said she wanted arms just like Michelle Obama...arms that "would make other girls jealous".
It always amazes me that we (especially females) pick out these "ideals" to strive for that will NEVER HAPPEN. I say never because they're not OUR bodies. That's like saying your best self is not only not good enough, but its so inadequate that the only image worth striving for is that of someone else.
How sad.
When we constantly put someone else on that pedestal, we naturally demote ourselves and potential. Challenge:
Let go of those ideals.
Push yourself.
Be open to the changes.
Appreciate progress.
Strive for YOUR best, and be proud of your own portrait of fit.
I promise if you truly make an effort to do so, it will blow your mind and be the most empowering journey you'll experience.
* * *
In other news, Oscar has thrown up 7 times in the past 24 hours.
Yes, I love my cat.
BUT, being the rarely-sympathetic-horrible person I am, after the 3rd pile I reach a whole new level of intolerance. I no longer feel sorry for my cat. At that point, I am ready to solve the swallowing-of-hair-and-then-regurgitate it problem. I am 2 seconds from shaving him and not thinking twice about it.
Ridiculous, I know.
But you didn't see the 7" hair-log in my hallway. It could have been mistaken for a ferret. A nasty ferret.
And that's pretty much my day in a nutshell. Hope it was a good one folks.
Lora, enjoy your birthday tomorrow :)
Garrett was training a young female this morning, (I say "young" like I'm 60 years old), and I couldn't help but overhear and then interject in the conversation. She said she wanted arms just like Michelle Obama...arms that "would make other girls jealous".
It always amazes me that we (especially females) pick out these "ideals" to strive for that will NEVER HAPPEN. I say never because they're not OUR bodies. That's like saying your best self is not only not good enough, but its so inadequate that the only image worth striving for is that of someone else.
How sad.
When we constantly put someone else on that pedestal, we naturally demote ourselves and potential. Challenge:
Let go of those ideals.
Push yourself.
Be open to the changes.
Appreciate progress.
Strive for YOUR best, and be proud of your own portrait of fit.
I promise if you truly make an effort to do so, it will blow your mind and be the most empowering journey you'll experience.
* * *
In other news, Oscar has thrown up 7 times in the past 24 hours.
Yes, I love my cat.
BUT, being the rarely-sympathetic-horrible person I am, after the 3rd pile I reach a whole new level of intolerance. I no longer feel sorry for my cat. At that point, I am ready to solve the swallowing-of-hair-and-then-regurgitate it problem. I am 2 seconds from shaving him and not thinking twice about it.
Ridiculous, I know.
But you didn't see the 7" hair-log in my hallway. It could have been mistaken for a ferret. A nasty ferret.
And that's pretty much my day in a nutshell. Hope it was a good one folks.
Lora, enjoy your birthday tomorrow :)
Monday, September 17, 2012
Lost In The 'Mat
Every Monday has a moment when you're about 3 seconds from the greatest epiphany of your life or a complete meltdown. Ironically, it will occur in front of at least a handful of people you thought for sure would go nuts before you.
Amazing how life unfolds.
My meltdown nearly happened today in the laundromat. That's right, I managed to waste part of my day trying to figure out why those dern machines stopped taking quarters.
Long story short, our dryer at the gym decided to take a dump on our Monday and stop working. Oh it tumbled,...just failed to dry.
Like eating a porterhouse with a spork. Useless.
So we were backed up with about 50 wet towels and half a day to go....thus, I make my trek to the laundromat.
I walk in and spend the next 5 minutes reading signs and instructions to what appears to be a credit card for the machines. All I had on me was a $20 bill, so the machine excitedly tells me that for every $20 you load on the card, you get an extra dollar. You know what I don't want? A $21 value gift card to the laundromat.
I nearly get a hernia loading the soggy towels into a dryer, and insert the card. 6 minutes. Why is the stupid thing only giving me 6 minutes? I've got a fortnight worth of cotton in there, why can't I get longer than 6 minutes?!
For the life of me, I couldn't figure it out.
It was at that moment I realized my college degree was worthless because I was pissed off with soggy towels holding a laundromat credit card.
I took a breather and had to watch a woman operate the machine to figure it out. What a creeper move, and yet I was 2 seconds from kicking it, making a scene, and being the first person to be thrown out of a laundromat for fighting.....with myself.
Its amazing I made it through the afternoon after that. No one needs a traumatic Monday with wet towels.
Workout today was solid...Garrett and I took it old school with the music. A song would come on and I was immediately back in 9th grade fist pumping with braces and a set of bangs that could take on the world. Speaking of, last week I woke up to 6 facebook messages that I'd been tagged in a photo.
This is always nerve racking because there are a handful floating around from 2002-2005 that should never resurface. Thankfully, these were not it. But not so fortunate for me, they were team pictures from 8th and 9th grade volleyball and softball.
I like to call that phase in my life the I-wanted-to-think-I-was-pretty-and-why-did-my-parents-let-me-live-that-lie phase. Thus, waking up to the reminder of horrible hair, braces, and freckles was a mini-nightmare.....for me and everyone on facebook. Dear Lord.
Now you're curious.
Second row, second from the right.
I have nothing to say for myself. Its comical. I deserved to wear that decade old polyester.
Ah, well, I am spent and currently waiting for towels to dry. Story of my life. I may go on towel-strike starting tomorrow.
Time for some shut-eye. More to come on Tuesday....some client beer-confessionals and breakdowns in the gym...
Let the good times roll.
Amazing how life unfolds.
My meltdown nearly happened today in the laundromat. That's right, I managed to waste part of my day trying to figure out why those dern machines stopped taking quarters.
Long story short, our dryer at the gym decided to take a dump on our Monday and stop working. Oh it tumbled,...just failed to dry.
Like eating a porterhouse with a spork. Useless.
So we were backed up with about 50 wet towels and half a day to go....thus, I make my trek to the laundromat.
I walk in and spend the next 5 minutes reading signs and instructions to what appears to be a credit card for the machines. All I had on me was a $20 bill, so the machine excitedly tells me that for every $20 you load on the card, you get an extra dollar. You know what I don't want? A $21 value gift card to the laundromat.
I nearly get a hernia loading the soggy towels into a dryer, and insert the card. 6 minutes. Why is the stupid thing only giving me 6 minutes? I've got a fortnight worth of cotton in there, why can't I get longer than 6 minutes?!
For the life of me, I couldn't figure it out.
It was at that moment I realized my college degree was worthless because I was pissed off with soggy towels holding a laundromat credit card.
I took a breather and had to watch a woman operate the machine to figure it out. What a creeper move, and yet I was 2 seconds from kicking it, making a scene, and being the first person to be thrown out of a laundromat for fighting.....with myself.
Its amazing I made it through the afternoon after that. No one needs a traumatic Monday with wet towels.
Workout today was solid...Garrett and I took it old school with the music. A song would come on and I was immediately back in 9th grade fist pumping with braces and a set of bangs that could take on the world. Speaking of, last week I woke up to 6 facebook messages that I'd been tagged in a photo.
This is always nerve racking because there are a handful floating around from 2002-2005 that should never resurface. Thankfully, these were not it. But not so fortunate for me, they were team pictures from 8th and 9th grade volleyball and softball.
I like to call that phase in my life the I-wanted-to-think-I-was-pretty-and-why-did-my-parents-let-me-live-that-lie phase. Thus, waking up to the reminder of horrible hair, braces, and freckles was a mini-nightmare.....for me and everyone on facebook. Dear Lord.
Now you're curious.
I have nothing to say for myself. Its comical. I deserved to wear that decade old polyester.
Ah, well, I am spent and currently waiting for towels to dry. Story of my life. I may go on towel-strike starting tomorrow.
Time for some shut-eye. More to come on Tuesday....some client beer-confessionals and breakdowns in the gym...
Let the good times roll.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Workout,...party of 1
I genuinely hate it when I start to love a song.
Sounds contradictory, but its at that very moment that I am compelled to play the stupid thing over...and over....and over...until my ears are practically bleeding. Never mind the arthritis that has set in from hitting replay. There I am stuck in 4 minutes and 38 seconds of sick euphoria and loving/hating every moment of it.
Just last week I did my entire cardio session to 2 songs. TWO. At some point a voice should come over my ipod, curse at me, and wish me deaf if I don't find another song.
I get it.
Oh but its like a moth to a flame...
Workout today was hard.
Not that I miss Garrett's slow-jam-make-out-remix while I'm sucking wind and busting spandex, but lifting alone while he was laid up on the PT table watching reruns of Home Improvement was not optimal for either one of us. He had minor surgery on Friday, and cannot lift for about 3 weeks. So there we were...I was loosing my religion on leg extension and he's watching J.T.T. in his glory days.
Pretty sure everything with a vagina had a crush on that kid in 1997....highlight of my 14 year old life. Sad, and yet true.
Good day at work...but...
It always amazes me when people cheat right in front of me.
For those of you who come to me, I CAN SEE THE TREADMILL NUMBERS FROM THE DESK. My vision is pretty much like Superman, so stop changing the speed and incline like you're about to pass out...you're not. You're not bleeding. You're not vomiting. You're fine.
Between changing the numbers and holding on due to pure laziness, I would owe one particular client an apology for the judo chop I was about to give her hands in mid-stride.
I swear its as if some people think being uncomfortable is the HIV virus of the gym. They fear it, don't want it, and will avoid it at all cost.
It baffles me.
I am drained.
45 minutes of extra sleep tonight is going to be amazing, and yet there is a good chance Oscar will climb on my face at 4:15 because he is hungry.
I have little sympathy for him right now.
He left a trail of vomit upstairs that I had to clean up when I got home. It was warm. Its at moments like that when I am fully aware that power/authority within the food chain mean nothing to a 15 pound feline with no concept of portion control.
Needless to say, he's one carpet stain from a diet and an outdoor fieldtrip.
Sounds contradictory, but its at that very moment that I am compelled to play the stupid thing over...and over....and over...until my ears are practically bleeding. Never mind the arthritis that has set in from hitting replay. There I am stuck in 4 minutes and 38 seconds of sick euphoria and loving/hating every moment of it.
Just last week I did my entire cardio session to 2 songs. TWO. At some point a voice should come over my ipod, curse at me, and wish me deaf if I don't find another song.
I get it.
Oh but its like a moth to a flame...
Workout today was hard.
Not that I miss Garrett's slow-jam-make-out-remix while I'm sucking wind and busting spandex, but lifting alone while he was laid up on the PT table watching reruns of Home Improvement was not optimal for either one of us. He had minor surgery on Friday, and cannot lift for about 3 weeks. So there we were...I was loosing my religion on leg extension and he's watching J.T.T. in his glory days.
Pretty sure everything with a vagina had a crush on that kid in 1997....highlight of my 14 year old life. Sad, and yet true.
Good day at work...but...
It always amazes me when people cheat right in front of me.
For those of you who come to me, I CAN SEE THE TREADMILL NUMBERS FROM THE DESK. My vision is pretty much like Superman, so stop changing the speed and incline like you're about to pass out...you're not. You're not bleeding. You're not vomiting. You're fine.
Between changing the numbers and holding on due to pure laziness, I would owe one particular client an apology for the judo chop I was about to give her hands in mid-stride.
I swear its as if some people think being uncomfortable is the HIV virus of the gym. They fear it, don't want it, and will avoid it at all cost.
It baffles me.
I am drained.
45 minutes of extra sleep tonight is going to be amazing, and yet there is a good chance Oscar will climb on my face at 4:15 because he is hungry.
I have little sympathy for him right now.
He left a trail of vomit upstairs that I had to clean up when I got home. It was warm. Its at moments like that when I am fully aware that power/authority within the food chain mean nothing to a 15 pound feline with no concept of portion control.
Needless to say, he's one carpet stain from a diet and an outdoor fieldtrip.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Long Day, Late Dinner
Dinner at 10pm. Long day.
It was my last official day in the gym before vacation and I felt like a teacher preparing for a substitute. There were papers everywhere as I nearly gave myself trigger-finger writing out workout programs. By 2pm I was pretty spent and found myself slipping into beach-mode. Honestly, I can tell I am borderline burnt-out and need a few days to regain sanity....(its a process to say the least)...
I've had a few people asking me about this past weekend and how I bring food for a plane ride and weekend away. Well, I basically go anti-green and use as many plastic bags as possible:
Entire weekend in Atlanta and I only had to purchase 2 meals. Not bad. And you better believe that when that bag went through the airport scanner they studied it like I was already guilty. Either they thought something else was in that chicken, or were baffled by my OCD tendencies and the fact that I had 2 pounds of chicken laying on top of my underwear. "Sanitary" is not my first thought when I pack...
Workout today was awesome. I was able to get in a true meathead session with all the Zimmerman brothers, even little Nelson. At one point I look over and Garrett is legitimately arguing about Duke/Carolina with this kid....Garrett = 23 years old...Nelson = 13. This seemed slightly unfair and yet I was completely entertained by it all. Overall, great lifting day. I can't feel my chest, but whatever.
Story of my life.
Hell, I'm still waiting on my growth spurt.
Whew, I am tired.
My day concluded with coffee and a friend. I opted for only 12 ounces instead of 32 this time and sat and talked until the sun went down and the bugs came out to feast on our thighs. Sweet meat. I was a great way to cap off my Thursday.
More to come tomorrow. I am pooped. Time for some shut-eye.
It was my last official day in the gym before vacation and I felt like a teacher preparing for a substitute. There were papers everywhere as I nearly gave myself trigger-finger writing out workout programs. By 2pm I was pretty spent and found myself slipping into beach-mode. Honestly, I can tell I am borderline burnt-out and need a few days to regain sanity....(its a process to say the least)...
I've had a few people asking me about this past weekend and how I bring food for a plane ride and weekend away. Well, I basically go anti-green and use as many plastic bags as possible:
Entire weekend in Atlanta and I only had to purchase 2 meals. Not bad. And you better believe that when that bag went through the airport scanner they studied it like I was already guilty. Either they thought something else was in that chicken, or were baffled by my OCD tendencies and the fact that I had 2 pounds of chicken laying on top of my underwear. "Sanitary" is not my first thought when I pack...
Workout today was awesome. I was able to get in a true meathead session with all the Zimmerman brothers, even little Nelson. At one point I look over and Garrett is legitimately arguing about Duke/Carolina with this kid....Garrett = 23 years old...Nelson = 13. This seemed slightly unfair and yet I was completely entertained by it all. Overall, great lifting day. I can't feel my chest, but whatever.
Story of my life.
Hell, I'm still waiting on my growth spurt.
Whew, I am tired.
My day concluded with coffee and a friend. I opted for only 12 ounces instead of 32 this time and sat and talked until the sun went down and the bugs came out to feast on our thighs. Sweet meat. I was a great way to cap off my Thursday.
More to come tomorrow. I am pooped. Time for some shut-eye.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Confessions and Bedhead
I look like I got in a fight with Monday,...and lost.
After work I got in the car, adjusted the mirror, caught a glimpse of myself, and immediately felt sorry for my last 3 clients.
Long day to say the least.
One day I might just shock the hell out of everyone, roll out of bed and head straight to work. For the record, I hate it when people do that. Not to say you need to spend 2 hours prepping, but my God no one looks remotely decent first thing in the morning.
However, if we were realistic, marriage ceremonies would occur at 6am with a 5:58 wake-up call. That way everyone has a fair glimpse into "til death do you part." And at that point if you don't want to gnaw off your arm, go for it. Between my early morning positivity (HA) and I-appear-hungover-but-never-actually-drank-yesterday look, Ryan would have faked an aneurysm.
Overall, it was a great day and I can't complain.
I started with 2 new clients and had all my regulars in for their standard Monday sweat session. Apparently, quite a few beers were downed this weekend. Its funny how some people will walk in and immediately confess their "nutrition sins" without me hardly getting to say hello. And then there's a select few who confess other weekend sins, assuming I have no line of decency whatsoever. Fairly accurate assumption, but some days its amazing my ears do not bleed.
Workout today was solid.
I started off strong and then Garrett throws on his make-out music and I couldn't take myself seriously anymore. I give him the look, and he fires back with "But this is Juvenile, come on Mer!!" So there we were...he's throwing around weights like ragdolls, and I'm being smothered by songs that painfully remind me of frat parties and other unfortunate decisions from 2002. Horrible.
I need more sleep tonight.
I made the mistake of calling my mom last night once I was in bed. 2 questions = 35 minute conversation. She tests the limits of available oxygen in one room. I can't complain,....she puts up with me. Perhaps she has to, but I'm old enough to realize that that's not necessarily true either. Thank you mom.
You deserve a trophy.
And compensation.
Ok, time for bed. Hope today was a success...Tuesday is on its way. Make it great.
After work I got in the car, adjusted the mirror, caught a glimpse of myself, and immediately felt sorry for my last 3 clients.
Long day to say the least.
One day I might just shock the hell out of everyone, roll out of bed and head straight to work. For the record, I hate it when people do that. Not to say you need to spend 2 hours prepping, but my God no one looks remotely decent first thing in the morning.
However, if we were realistic, marriage ceremonies would occur at 6am with a 5:58 wake-up call. That way everyone has a fair glimpse into "til death do you part." And at that point if you don't want to gnaw off your arm, go for it. Between my early morning positivity (HA) and I-appear-hungover-but-never-actually-drank-yesterday look, Ryan would have faked an aneurysm.
Overall, it was a great day and I can't complain.
I started with 2 new clients and had all my regulars in for their standard Monday sweat session. Apparently, quite a few beers were downed this weekend. Its funny how some people will walk in and immediately confess their "nutrition sins" without me hardly getting to say hello. And then there's a select few who confess other weekend sins, assuming I have no line of decency whatsoever. Fairly accurate assumption, but some days its amazing my ears do not bleed.
Workout today was solid.
I started off strong and then Garrett throws on his make-out music and I couldn't take myself seriously anymore. I give him the look, and he fires back with "But this is Juvenile, come on Mer!!" So there we were...he's throwing around weights like ragdolls, and I'm being smothered by songs that painfully remind me of frat parties and other unfortunate decisions from 2002. Horrible.
I need more sleep tonight.
I made the mistake of calling my mom last night once I was in bed. 2 questions = 35 minute conversation. She tests the limits of available oxygen in one room. I can't complain,....she puts up with me. Perhaps she has to, but I'm old enough to realize that that's not necessarily true either. Thank you mom.
You deserve a trophy.
And compensation.
Ok, time for bed. Hope today was a success...Tuesday is on its way. Make it great.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Take It Off
The chicken I just cooked is unbelievable. Its just chicken, I realize, but its the simple things in life like perfectly cooked poultry that one must learn to appreciate. Right now, I am on a meat-high. I've got my jazz music rolling and I am in my own little world....just me....chicken...salad...and Oscar, who is currently bathing questionable body parts in the middle of the kitchen. Sort of fitting for this household honestly. I wonder if he ever looks down and thinks "dang,...something is missing...hmmm...."
If I had a dollar for every male nipple I saw today I could make it rain on my entire cul-de-sac. Apparently there was a shirt-less memo that went around this morning that I missed. I saw more male chests and abs than I seen since spring break '02. Every time I turned around someone had their shirt off....Brian...Garrett...Tyler...Zimm....Patrick....
Show me a line up of navels and I could correctly identify each of them. Wow, my life just reached a new low.
Workout was awesome today. I had shoulders and core. It was a brutal shoulder circuit, and I was shocked at how much energy I had even through the cardio. Gotta love days like that.
Well, it was a solid day with clients and I was thrilled to hear that several people were truly getting back on track in regards to food/nutrition. Yes, vacation can set you back a couple of weeks if you're not careful, but why keep in that downward spiral? Ask yourself this....Where am I headed with this? If you're eating poorly, not exercising, and putting on weight, guess what? You're headed for more of the same, which will only produce further discouragement. Suck it up, accept where you are now, and commit to move forward. If you're waiting for it to get easy, it won't. If you're waiting for someone to push you, they may not. Take responsibility for your own health and be bold enough to spark change.
That's my moment-of-passion for the evening ;)
Its 9pm and I have so much to do before hump day. Make it a great one. Keep moving forward!!
If I had a dollar for every male nipple I saw today I could make it rain on my entire cul-de-sac. Apparently there was a shirt-less memo that went around this morning that I missed. I saw more male chests and abs than I seen since spring break '02. Every time I turned around someone had their shirt off....Brian...Garrett...Tyler...Zimm....Patrick....
Show me a line up of navels and I could correctly identify each of them. Wow, my life just reached a new low.
Workout was awesome today. I had shoulders and core. It was a brutal shoulder circuit, and I was shocked at how much energy I had even through the cardio. Gotta love days like that.
Well, it was a solid day with clients and I was thrilled to hear that several people were truly getting back on track in regards to food/nutrition. Yes, vacation can set you back a couple of weeks if you're not careful, but why keep in that downward spiral? Ask yourself this....Where am I headed with this? If you're eating poorly, not exercising, and putting on weight, guess what? You're headed for more of the same, which will only produce further discouragement. Suck it up, accept where you are now, and commit to move forward. If you're waiting for it to get easy, it won't. If you're waiting for someone to push you, they may not. Take responsibility for your own health and be bold enough to spark change.
That's my moment-of-passion for the evening ;)
Its 9pm and I have so much to do before hump day. Make it a great one. Keep moving forward!!
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Abdominal Abuse
The Hunger Games are currently taking place at my dinner table. I am winning....pretty much beating myself. The appetite is revving tonight and this salmon is out of control good.
I feel lost in this week. Having come off a weekend getaway, its just crazy right now and the amount of laundry piled up on my floor is enough to make me risk an exposure charge to avoid washing and folding that crap. I am not a fan,...can you tell? Although, scrubbing the shower ranks pretty high up there on the horrible list. There's no way to stay dry while doing it, so I've tried cleaning it while actually showering, which can't be smart either. Enclosed space with Lysol.....butt naked....slippery surface....its a recipe for a torn ACL and unexplainable rash. There's got to be another way.
Its been an interesting week thus far with clients.
People are going on vacation, throwing parties, and seem to be struggling with the whole staying-on-track thing. Next thing they know, the scale is up a few pounds and a minor freak-out occurs with me mid workout. A common theme I've heard is "I'm just lazy to cook what I should eat or make sure I get in extra cardio." Uhhh....ok. I get it. But my God people, why on earth would you expect EVERYTHING to be easy, convenient, or handed to you? Why do we have this notion that ANY extra time spent on our health is a waste? As I've told clients before, every time you say its too hard to get up 15 minutes earlier to make a healthy breakfast, or 5 minutes to pack a lunch, or 30 minutes spent on a walk instead of in front of the tv, you're basically saying you're not worth the effort to be the healthiest version of YOU possible. Because the truth is that if you valued yourself and your health, a few minutes here and there would not be such a burden. Sure you can continue unhealthy habits, but ask yourself this...Am I content with my health? Some folks immediately fire back with "Yes!" as if to try and convince themselves that an extra 60 pounds is ok because at least its not 100. At some point it has to click,...that life should be enjoyed and lived in the fullest, and that starts when we are able to take better care of ourselves.
Its unfortunate that many people live a limited life because of their own poor choices. Adjust your perspective. It should be empowering to make changes and see improvement. It means you're taking steps outside of the self-proclaimed "lazy" habits, and regaining control. Very cool.
My own workouts this week have been great thus far. I am pretty darn tired, but weights have stayed relatively heavy considering. The highlight of today's workout was when I tried this ab exercise on the TRX and nearly gave birth on the 3rd rep. It was beautifully horrible. Garrett made it look like a piece of cake...I hate his abs. Mine still hurt.
Ah, almost 9pm. I've got to get in bed at a decent time tonight otherwise I will be a nightmare tomorrow morning. Have a great night, and yes, I have more stories tomorrow night. Gotta love hump day.
Unrelated: birthday in 2 days...28 years under the belt and yet I will still laugh at a fart. Unbelievable.
I feel lost in this week. Having come off a weekend getaway, its just crazy right now and the amount of laundry piled up on my floor is enough to make me risk an exposure charge to avoid washing and folding that crap. I am not a fan,...can you tell? Although, scrubbing the shower ranks pretty high up there on the horrible list. There's no way to stay dry while doing it, so I've tried cleaning it while actually showering, which can't be smart either. Enclosed space with Lysol.....butt naked....slippery surface....its a recipe for a torn ACL and unexplainable rash. There's got to be another way.
Its been an interesting week thus far with clients.
People are going on vacation, throwing parties, and seem to be struggling with the whole staying-on-track thing. Next thing they know, the scale is up a few pounds and a minor freak-out occurs with me mid workout. A common theme I've heard is "I'm just lazy to cook what I should eat or make sure I get in extra cardio." Uhhh....ok. I get it. But my God people, why on earth would you expect EVERYTHING to be easy, convenient, or handed to you? Why do we have this notion that ANY extra time spent on our health is a waste? As I've told clients before, every time you say its too hard to get up 15 minutes earlier to make a healthy breakfast, or 5 minutes to pack a lunch, or 30 minutes spent on a walk instead of in front of the tv, you're basically saying you're not worth the effort to be the healthiest version of YOU possible. Because the truth is that if you valued yourself and your health, a few minutes here and there would not be such a burden. Sure you can continue unhealthy habits, but ask yourself this...Am I content with my health? Some folks immediately fire back with "Yes!" as if to try and convince themselves that an extra 60 pounds is ok because at least its not 100. At some point it has to click,...that life should be enjoyed and lived in the fullest, and that starts when we are able to take better care of ourselves.
Its unfortunate that many people live a limited life because of their own poor choices. Adjust your perspective. It should be empowering to make changes and see improvement. It means you're taking steps outside of the self-proclaimed "lazy" habits, and regaining control. Very cool.
My own workouts this week have been great thus far. I am pretty darn tired, but weights have stayed relatively heavy considering. The highlight of today's workout was when I tried this ab exercise on the TRX and nearly gave birth on the 3rd rep. It was beautifully horrible. Garrett made it look like a piece of cake...I hate his abs. Mine still hurt.
Ah, almost 9pm. I've got to get in bed at a decent time tonight otherwise I will be a nightmare tomorrow morning. Have a great night, and yes, I have more stories tomorrow night. Gotta love hump day.
Unrelated: birthday in 2 days...28 years under the belt and yet I will still laugh at a fart. Unbelievable.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Hump Day Turkey Crisis
My hump day just ended with 2 pounds of cooked ground turkey on the floor.
Yes, I dropped it.
It went everywhere.
Oscar stood there eying it like a milk-filled toilet bowl, ready to dive in. I yelled at him as if he was the one that caused the problem. He wasn't, but he was the only innocent bystander to take the blame. Sucks for him. Ironically, I'll be scooping his poo tomorrow.....and the circle of life is complete....
There are days when I honestly want to sit in the back corner of a Barnes and Noble (I like the smell of books), and just be. Yes, I would read, but that would last all of 10 minutes before I'm asleep and drooling on myself in the self-help section. What a site. But the day started off rainy,..I was tired,...so for a second it was fitting. I needed a serious boost. And by boost I mean caffeine, sleep, or slap in the face...maybe all three, in that order.
There was no way I could have attempted to lift weights today. Thankfully, I just had cardio...and I huffed and puffed through that. Tomorrow is back/core. I'd still like for my upper back to be thicker, but I'll have to focus on that after this shoot in 4 weeks.
Highlight of the day...
I worked with this kid who is in high school and often comes in with a girl he is "quite fond of". They're cute, probably more interested in making out than working out, but whatever. I mentioned to him that I could tell he's put on some mass in his chest and shoulders. For the record, I probably still have a good 15-20 pounds on this guy, but it was progress so I was definitely going to take note. Well, after their workout they go strolling to the car, and he takes his shirt off in the parking lot like a Chip n Dale. Garrett and I just stood back and laughed. It was a proud moment for a kid who would never be the base of any human-pyramid picture. His vertebrae would literally snap.
But holy crap the guy now has pecs. What a great day.
They are definitely making out right now...
And yes, his shirt is on the floor.
On that note, I am headed to bed. I've got 15 minutes to wash dishes, fold laundry, and attempt to make a to-do list for tomorrow. You know I'm tired when making a list does not excite me.....next thing you know Lohan is refusing free shots, Octomom gets a hysterectomy, and the world comes to an end.
Have a lovely night...here we come Thursday!
Yes, I dropped it.
It went everywhere.
Oscar stood there eying it like a milk-filled toilet bowl, ready to dive in. I yelled at him as if he was the one that caused the problem. He wasn't, but he was the only innocent bystander to take the blame. Sucks for him. Ironically, I'll be scooping his poo tomorrow.....and the circle of life is complete....
There are days when I honestly want to sit in the back corner of a Barnes and Noble (I like the smell of books), and just be. Yes, I would read, but that would last all of 10 minutes before I'm asleep and drooling on myself in the self-help section. What a site. But the day started off rainy,..I was tired,...so for a second it was fitting. I needed a serious boost. And by boost I mean caffeine, sleep, or slap in the face...maybe all three, in that order.
There was no way I could have attempted to lift weights today. Thankfully, I just had cardio...and I huffed and puffed through that. Tomorrow is back/core. I'd still like for my upper back to be thicker, but I'll have to focus on that after this shoot in 4 weeks.
Highlight of the day...
I worked with this kid who is in high school and often comes in with a girl he is "quite fond of". They're cute, probably more interested in making out than working out, but whatever. I mentioned to him that I could tell he's put on some mass in his chest and shoulders. For the record, I probably still have a good 15-20 pounds on this guy, but it was progress so I was definitely going to take note. Well, after their workout they go strolling to the car, and he takes his shirt off in the parking lot like a Chip n Dale. Garrett and I just stood back and laughed. It was a proud moment for a kid who would never be the base of any human-pyramid picture. His vertebrae would literally snap.
But holy crap the guy now has pecs. What a great day.
They are definitely making out right now...
And yes, his shirt is on the floor.
On that note, I am headed to bed. I've got 15 minutes to wash dishes, fold laundry, and attempt to make a to-do list for tomorrow. You know I'm tired when making a list does not excite me.....next thing you know Lohan is refusing free shots, Octomom gets a hysterectomy, and the world comes to an end.
Have a lovely night...here we come Thursday!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Domestic Violence and 9 Buck Coffee
Just sat down to dinner. House smells like salmon. Cat going nuts. This is my Thursday night in a nutshell.
Last night I went to bed thinking that when the alarm goes off at 4:16 I might just punch someone. Unfortunately for him, my husband would be the only person within arms reach. Pretty sure that's domestic violence....even in Mebane.
I woke up in a fog and stumbled to the bathroom as most people would....sober...before 5am. It was going to be a long day.
My drive to work proved to be amazing. Two words: Dunkin Donuts. No, I'm not referring to the fried dough...even with a sweet tooth, I've never been a big fan of donuts. Wedding cake = another story. I am talking about the coffee. Dear sweet God I was coffee drunk by 5:32am. I've heard people rave about their coffee, but I've never taken the plunge to try the original blend for 9 bucks. During the week I keep Maxwell House in business. BUT, I happen to buy a bag to try. I had a coupon. For the record, I used ONE coupon, not 10 or an entire notebook full. One. Extreme couponing is horrible. It angers me more than it should because I always get stuck behind that one nut-job freaking out over saving 40 cents. Meanwhile, I'm losing seconds off my life watching this circus act as my milk goes bad. Just know that if you whip out the scrapbook of clippings in the checkout line, everyone pretty much hates you.
I get carried away.
Long story short, the coffee rocked my morning and I was sad when I drank the last sip. Emotional low point of my day was finishing coffee.....ridiculous.
Workout today was legs and core. I was pleased with the weights and included several supersets that made me want my mama. I was a total meathead fest with me, Brian, Garrett, Jacob, and David. I've never really lifted with females come to think of it. In college I was always in the back with the guys while the vagina-cardio-convention was held on the elipticals. They fell victim to the "I'm-going-to-look-like-a-dude-if-I-touch-a-dumbbell" mentality. Ugh,...I still deal with that sometimes with females even now more than I'd like to. Its a horrible misconception that leaves women literally running circles trying to get in shape and achieve the physique they desire. Its crap. Throw it out.
A client texted me today to tell me her fitness goals for the weekend and her cardio accomplishment of the day. I was thrilled. And truly, I was touched that she was excited to tell me. She is slowly but surely turning her life around and fostering genuine self-love in the process. Its awesome. Another highlight of my day.
The last highlight of my day came when I was on the phone with my mom. She made an analogy involving herpes and I nearly ran off the road. It was so far from her sense of humor (more like mine honestly), and I laughed until I cried. I was so proud. Well done mom, well done.
Friday is almost here and I have big plans of working out, cleaning, and working in my garden. I will probably say about 5 words all day, which will be fine. I need some down time. Have a great night folks and get ready for the weekend.
I'll have a few words about staying on track Sat-Sun tomorrow....until we meet again....niiiight!
Last night I went to bed thinking that when the alarm goes off at 4:16 I might just punch someone. Unfortunately for him, my husband would be the only person within arms reach. Pretty sure that's domestic violence....even in Mebane.
I woke up in a fog and stumbled to the bathroom as most people would....sober...before 5am. It was going to be a long day.
My drive to work proved to be amazing. Two words: Dunkin Donuts. No, I'm not referring to the fried dough...even with a sweet tooth, I've never been a big fan of donuts. Wedding cake = another story. I am talking about the coffee. Dear sweet God I was coffee drunk by 5:32am. I've heard people rave about their coffee, but I've never taken the plunge to try the original blend for 9 bucks. During the week I keep Maxwell House in business. BUT, I happen to buy a bag to try. I had a coupon. For the record, I used ONE coupon, not 10 or an entire notebook full. One. Extreme couponing is horrible. It angers me more than it should because I always get stuck behind that one nut-job freaking out over saving 40 cents. Meanwhile, I'm losing seconds off my life watching this circus act as my milk goes bad. Just know that if you whip out the scrapbook of clippings in the checkout line, everyone pretty much hates you.
I get carried away.
Long story short, the coffee rocked my morning and I was sad when I drank the last sip. Emotional low point of my day was finishing coffee.....ridiculous.
Workout today was legs and core. I was pleased with the weights and included several supersets that made me want my mama. I was a total meathead fest with me, Brian, Garrett, Jacob, and David. I've never really lifted with females come to think of it. In college I was always in the back with the guys while the vagina-cardio-convention was held on the elipticals. They fell victim to the "I'm-going-to-look-like-a-dude-if-I-touch-a-dumbbell" mentality. Ugh,...I still deal with that sometimes with females even now more than I'd like to. Its a horrible misconception that leaves women literally running circles trying to get in shape and achieve the physique they desire. Its crap. Throw it out.
A client texted me today to tell me her fitness goals for the weekend and her cardio accomplishment of the day. I was thrilled. And truly, I was touched that she was excited to tell me. She is slowly but surely turning her life around and fostering genuine self-love in the process. Its awesome. Another highlight of my day.
The last highlight of my day came when I was on the phone with my mom. She made an analogy involving herpes and I nearly ran off the road. It was so far from her sense of humor (more like mine honestly), and I laughed until I cried. I was so proud. Well done mom, well done.
Friday is almost here and I have big plans of working out, cleaning, and working in my garden. I will probably say about 5 words all day, which will be fine. I need some down time. Have a great night folks and get ready for the weekend.
I'll have a few words about staying on track Sat-Sun tomorrow....until we meet again....niiiight!
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Busted Peacock...
So, I had to replace the salmon in my salmon-concoction with turkey this week. My house was starting to smell like a fish market. Oscar was basically running around slipping in his drool, and quite frankly since I already scoop his feces and clean up his vomit, I didn't need one more bodily fluid to deal with. So here I sit with my turkey....still, oh so good.
Today was pretty normal. My early Tuesday morning crowd is always so happy...either they are all full of crap or just extremely high on life. I won't complain. Its 6am and I'm sure on their list of top-10-things-to-do you will not find squat jumps with me standing there saying "get your butt down" over and over until those last 2 inches feel like hell. Definitely not, but they work hard and come faithfully each week. THAT, I can work with.
I shared a very cool moment with a client this afternoon...
She's over 60 years old, obese, and truly striving to not only make lifestyle changes but celebrate victories along the way, (she's got well over 100 pounds to lose). We focus a lot on functional movements that directly effect her balance, stamina, and strength. She was so excited to tell me that over the weekend she was coming down the stairs and missed the last step, BUT instead of falling (like has often happened in the past), she was able to catch herself and regain balance/control. She literally lit up just talking about it. It was great, and just such a reminder that EVERYONE'S fitness journey is different. Goals, abilities, motivation, genetics, etc all play a role and are all very unique person to person. For her, making day-to-day living more doable and easier in some sense, is extremely important. Growing older and living alone is in itself challenging with health concerns,...so to improve functional movements is a major victory. Very cool.
My day rolls on...
By the afternoon, there is no telling what Brian, Garrett, or myself might do for the sake of "Oh I saw this on the internet and I think I can do it.." Ok, not always the brightest ideas and have ended in a few bruises and face plants, but nonetheless sometimes the risk is worth it. Today, mine was the "Peacock" yoga pose. No, I am not a "yogi" by any means. I got into it a little bit in college, but this machine is not built for stretching limbs around and over other limbs. This fact became very evident by 7th grade when I spent 7 years taking dance lessons and was still unable to do a left split...or center split....and my right split hurt too much to talk about. At that point I knew I had no future in the circus or as a pole dancer. What a disappointment.
Anyway, Brian snapped this shot just before my wrists began to scream:
For the record, it is not normal for a body to be in that position. Ideally, your elbows are supposed to touch under your body. That's supposed to be before your wrists snap or you eat floor....its a lose/lose.
Speaking of, I had a great workout today. I hit shoulders, triceps, and finished with cardio. Everything felt pretty darn heavy on shoulders, but doable. I incorporated several drop sets and supersets to hit fatigue pretty quickly. Overall, solid lifting session....tomorrow = leg day. Ah yes, every time I turn around its leg day. I have the urge to go really heavy, but my legs have been shaping up nicely with my current routine, so if its working ya gotta roll with it!
If you follow me on twitter you know that I recently discovered that I spend over $250 a year on gum. That's beyond absurd. If my mom smacked me for that it would be completely justified. We'll discuss that addiction later at some point...
Bed time for me. Holy crap I will hit the sheets before 9!...I am easily pleased...its sad actually.
Night!
Today was pretty normal. My early Tuesday morning crowd is always so happy...either they are all full of crap or just extremely high on life. I won't complain. Its 6am and I'm sure on their list of top-10-things-to-do you will not find squat jumps with me standing there saying "get your butt down" over and over until those last 2 inches feel like hell. Definitely not, but they work hard and come faithfully each week. THAT, I can work with.
I shared a very cool moment with a client this afternoon...
She's over 60 years old, obese, and truly striving to not only make lifestyle changes but celebrate victories along the way, (she's got well over 100 pounds to lose). We focus a lot on functional movements that directly effect her balance, stamina, and strength. She was so excited to tell me that over the weekend she was coming down the stairs and missed the last step, BUT instead of falling (like has often happened in the past), she was able to catch herself and regain balance/control. She literally lit up just talking about it. It was great, and just such a reminder that EVERYONE'S fitness journey is different. Goals, abilities, motivation, genetics, etc all play a role and are all very unique person to person. For her, making day-to-day living more doable and easier in some sense, is extremely important. Growing older and living alone is in itself challenging with health concerns,...so to improve functional movements is a major victory. Very cool.
My day rolls on...
By the afternoon, there is no telling what Brian, Garrett, or myself might do for the sake of "Oh I saw this on the internet and I think I can do it.." Ok, not always the brightest ideas and have ended in a few bruises and face plants, but nonetheless sometimes the risk is worth it. Today, mine was the "Peacock" yoga pose. No, I am not a "yogi" by any means. I got into it a little bit in college, but this machine is not built for stretching limbs around and over other limbs. This fact became very evident by 7th grade when I spent 7 years taking dance lessons and was still unable to do a left split...or center split....and my right split hurt too much to talk about. At that point I knew I had no future in the circus or as a pole dancer. What a disappointment.
Anyway, Brian snapped this shot just before my wrists began to scream:
For the record, it is not normal for a body to be in that position. Ideally, your elbows are supposed to touch under your body. That's supposed to be before your wrists snap or you eat floor....its a lose/lose.
Speaking of, I had a great workout today. I hit shoulders, triceps, and finished with cardio. Everything felt pretty darn heavy on shoulders, but doable. I incorporated several drop sets and supersets to hit fatigue pretty quickly. Overall, solid lifting session....tomorrow = leg day. Ah yes, every time I turn around its leg day. I have the urge to go really heavy, but my legs have been shaping up nicely with my current routine, so if its working ya gotta roll with it!
If you follow me on twitter you know that I recently discovered that I spend over $250 a year on gum. That's beyond absurd. If my mom smacked me for that it would be completely justified. We'll discuss that addiction later at some point...
Bed time for me. Holy crap I will hit the sheets before 9!...I am easily pleased...its sad actually.
Night!
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