CANNONBAAAALLLL!!!

Today was one of those days where I would have really considered taking a punch to the face for an extra hour of sleep.  If it knocked me out, even better. 
It was all I could do to get myself moving, and after demonstrating my first few squats I knew it was going to be a rough morning.  I find that Tuesdays are often like that,...Monday's hangover.  However, I did manage to squeeze in a 10 minute nap this afternoon.  It wasn't exactly by choice.  I was sitting there writing up programs and the next thing I know I am face down on the desk.  I wake up minutes later and give Garrett the where-am-I-what-day-is-it-and-are-these-my-pants look. 
Anyway, I glance down and it was junior year English class all over again......puddle of drool staring me in the face.  Awesome.
If I had a desk job, there's a 100% chance this would be a daily occurrence.  I had to get up before I was tempted to assume fetal position on the floor. 
Tile, carpet, hardwood,...there is a point at which I no longer care.

Ironically, I had a really good workout.
I think part of it has to do with the fact that because I am so physically tired, I have to focus and push that much harder.  Doesn't exactly add up, but I'm completely fine with a great workout however it happens. 
Everyday is different.  Some days you mentally have to push yourself physically, and other days you have to just let your body take over when you're mind is struggling to focus.  Point is, you get the job done one way or another.

After my workout I had to hit up Teeter for some groceries, and you would have thought everyone else had the same idea. 
This is not a good thing for me because not only am I generally in a hurry, but I will run through there like its a game show and take people out in the process.  Its horrible, I know.  But then there is the other extreme.  Those select few who choose to move at the same pace as an amoeba, and do so down the center of every aisle.  For the love of God, pick a side.  Right or left...2 great choices...make a decision you terrible shoppers.
So perhaps it was karma when I nearly got run over by an old man in a scooter.  By the look on his face you would have thought he was the food police and I just violated a yam.  He came flying around the corner and slammed on his brakes, and all I could think was if he fakes a neck injury and takes me out at the knees, it is on. 
He glared at me for approximately 10 seconds, which felt like minutes, and then went on his way.  I know he secretly wanted to spit on my broccoli. 
Eh,...I don't blame him.

Time for some Olympics before hitting the bed.
Lots of spandex on tv,...which is great.  But seriously, if they cut those women's swim suits anymore, there's going to be worldwide nipple shots.  And the backstroke just got a little scarier...
Someone asked me today when was the last time I swam.  Are you kidding,...I can't even float.  And if I got on the blocks, there's a greater chance I'd do a cannonball than a dive.

Alright folks, hump day here we come!  Night!

Bloat-free Countdown To London

Only a few days until the Olympics. 
I'm pretty pumped about it.
Yes, I get anxious watching some of the events, but it cannot be a fraction of the pressure they feel.  Training your entire life for one moment, one chance......no pressure.  Right.  It blows my mind how effortless these athletes make it look.  9.58-100m sprint...no problem, I'll just be back here at the 60 sucking wind with numb limbs when you cross the line.  Moreover, how do the gymnasts not get wedges from those leotards?  Seriously.  I ponder this every 4 years.

If it were me I'd probably demand a thong and helmet.  After witnessing Nastia's face-plant, no shot I'd go without a helmet.  And the thong would serve 2 purposes:  1. put the material where its already going to creep anyway after 3 flips and a back handspring, and  2. distract from my horrible form. 
This makes complete sense to me.

Oh what a Wednesday.
It felt long, but I was a little more rested than normal. Leg workout was good, and thank God no bloat today!  Highlight of my day...which makes my days sound horribly boring, but you know what I mean.  I was just pumped that I didn't feel like I needed to be juiced at any point today. 

On a more serious note...
One client today mentioned that she wasn't sure sort of "where" she wanted to go with her running routine.  She's done 5Ks and entered several other races, and always worked to increase speed.  BUT, she's getting bored.  Truth is, I don't think she's crazy about running....but rather, it simply gives her something to work on and not just run for the hell of it.  I understand.  However, here was my thing to her...and to a lot of my athletes who face that where am I headed question:
The fact is, whether you are training to compete in 5Ks, triathlons, or play soccer, baseball, football, basketball, or freak'n checkers at a higher level, you will spend 95% of your time practicing/training and only 5% actually competing.  So if you dread merely practicing the sport, I'd truly stop and consider WHY you are pursuing it further.  And let me clarify something,...you can feel horrible after a good practice or workout and be lying on the floor wanting your mama and still love the sport.  But when you dread to even practice the skills necessary to be great on a daily basis, that's different.  Time to reassess.  Because truth is, you cannot give all you have to something and continue to improve if there is no passion/desire there to give more.  We are not wired to want to devote our focus, energy, and time to things we do not receive some type of personal gratification from.  Period.
My sister-in-law once asked me why I don't train for a triathlon.  I laughed and said that I don't care much for running...swimming....and the thought of sitting on a bike for more than 2 minutes makes my crotch hurt. 

If anything, I hope she walked away from our conversation confident that in her own personal fitness journey there is no one set paved road.  She can create her own path and make turns when necessary.  Very cool ending to my day.

Well, I have chicken breasts, lettuce, tomatoes, and broccoli staring at me ready to chop and make meals for Thursday and Friday.  Time to get on it.  One day I will probably lay my own eggs....which is a horrible thought...and yet would save a lot of money...

Down For The Count...

Its the start of week 4 of no gum.
Honestly, I hardly think about it anymore.  Well, until I was standing in line at Lowes Foods yesterday and Extra chewing gum was 10 for $5.  You would have thought I was stocking up for Armageddon.  No, I didn't chew any, but they are in my pantry just waiting for me...
I hid them in the back like I was hiding vodka from my kids. 
I don't have kids.
Thus, I don't hide vodka.
I hide gum.
From myself.
Its sad.

Long day at the gym.
Typical Monday, but I was pretty spent by 2pm.  As I said yesterday, I am excited to report numerous victories from a handful of clients.  I received several texts this weekend of people fitting in old clothes that were once snug, finally feeling confident, sticking to the plan, losing weight after a non-budging scale, etc...it was awesome.  Very proud of you ladies ;)

Ok, topic of the day was definitely the Olympic trials....more specifically the infamous uneven bar face-plant.   When Nastia Liukin ate mat last night I was basically glued to the tv after that.  Yes, it was horrible, but it was still a face-plant.  Being the horrible person I am about stuff like that, I was longing for a replay.  If she'd been seriously injured it would be a different story.  But she wasn't.  She got back on the horse and rode into the wind.
I, on the other hand would have faked a concussion and laid there until either the paramedics came or I passed out from lack of oxygen while my head stayed buried in the floor.  Those gymnasts don't play around though.  But the commentating sometimes pisses me off.  Here's a 15 year old girl who hasn't hit a growth spurt since the 90's, running full speed to do some freakishly amazing flip off a vault, and they say "that was so close, but do you see where her feet came apart right there...mmm...disappointing performance."  What?  Feet apart?  My God, she just went in and out of fetal position 6 times while rotating clockwise and waving to the crowd.  Screw your 7/10 of a point deduction.  I give her 5 points for being crazy enough to try it, and another 10 for not dieing in the process.
This is probably why I'm not a judge.

Well, I've got a couple of salads to make for tomorrow, a gym bag to pack, and more Olympic madness to watch.  Big workout day tomorrow.  Game time folks...mind right!