One of my favorite things is waking up and thinking its time to get going only to discover I still have 2 hours to sleep. Awesome. Its all about the little things, and THAT made my night.
The last two days have been crazy, and my God summer showed up all pissed off and ready to dehydrate and overheat every human being in NC. I will sweat from now until Halloween....at which point I will dress up as a nudist because thanks to global warming, it will still be 90 degrees out. Can't wait. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy summer and everything about it, but sweating profusely at every single outdoor event gets old. I've honestly had to leave social functions early because I was so disgusting. Some women "glow",...I hate you. My body is a faucet. At 28, I'm already preparing for menopause and stocking up on water and oriental fans.
Points is, yesterday and today were extremely hot. I managed to sweat all day. I'm probably overheating right now...
On a little more serious note, I thought a lot today about how we are often limited by our own preconceived notion of health and fitness. It absolutely blows me away the number of people who'll end a workout or exercise with "I never thought I'd be able to do that." Really?! Why?! At what point in your thinking are you limiting yourself to a ho-hum existence in which a "fit" lifestyle is mundane and clearly stops shy of what you really want for yourself?
I think it has so much to do with some form of that's how its always been. Ah yes, paralyzed by whats familiar and "safe." Time to throw that out people. All its brought you up until this point is disappointment and the unfortunate choice to disregard any notion that it could be different. That's sad. You are ultimately resigning yourself to a lie that you are not capable of more. Are you kidding?! That couldn't be further from the truth and yet majority of people LIVE that everyday. But, I could preach it until I'm blue in the face. At the end of the day, we must all take responsibility of this one body we are given, dare to consider our healthiest selves, and then run like hell towards that goal without considering any possibility of failure.
Shut up and go.
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My own workout today was fairly decent for a leg beating. Ryan actually came in to workout at the same time as me so we had Eminem blasting in the background, 2-Pac following suit, and then all of a sudden my parents walk in. You would have thought they'd caught us on the floor. As if I were 12, I ran to turn down the music like I was guilty of something. Gotta hate that. I spent the majority of the mid-90's feeling guilty around the rents, I certainly didn't need it halfway through a leg workout. Eh,...we visited while I finished a few sets and then the family-flex-off concluded with mom bouncing her happy self out of there. I swear I think that woman prances around the house. No walking,...just prancing.
The afternoon rolled on and I was drained by the end.
Another great day at work, but I needed some quiet time tonight. Completely DONE. Have a great night!
By the way, this was day 10 of no gum. And no, I couldn't handle gum in moderation at this point....it would be an all-out relapse. I've got to keep going. Certified extremist...
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Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Be Your Own Catalyst
Sunday morning.
I am sucking down coffee like I'm being hazed at 7am. Pumpkin Spice better bring its A-game because I only got 5 hours of sleep. Watery eyes...looking like I just came out of a cage fight....its great I swear. But definitely worth it.
We went to babysit the niece's last night, and stayed a little longer to visit once David and Kelly came home. Those girls are something else. Haven is going through the stage where she is extremely attached to her parents, and the second they leave the bottom falls out.
There we were,...Payton at one end of the table eating her dinner, and Haven wailing at the other. Then Payton starts screaming at the top of her lungs trying to funny...Ryan and I start busting out laughing because at this point our eardrums are twitching and poor Haven is crying so hard she can't see and is drooling all over the place. I can't get Haven to eat a single thing, and Payton is resorting to a face-planted position, eating peas off the table. What a scene. It was an eventful St. Patty's Day....
Well, my meatballs are done, veggies chopped, and now waiting for this coffee to hit me before I head for some cardio. I'm thinking its going to be a quick session since I'm going to hit some balls today. The combination of not enough sleep + too much cardio beforehand might prove to be bad for everyone. I'd be the only person throwing clubs in a fit of rage at the driving range. Honestly, I wouldn't put it passed me. I come from a long line of people with anger-management-issues. Explains a lot.
On to other things...
So what's on tap for this week?
I firmly believe in a plan. Even though I like to be chronically organized when it comes to my agenda and "where I'm headed", its easy to get side tracked. Then, before we know it we're moving in circles instead of forward. Well, doing the same thing over and over with the same results and expecting something different is the definition of insanity. We've got enough of that around us on a daily basis...
So here's a little suggestion. Get in the habit on Sunday to sit and think about your goals....fitness, work related, personal, etc. Then ask yourself what you plan to do in the upcoming week to help move closer to achieving them. Sounds simple, right? But how long have we had "lose 20 pounds" on that list?...or "make healthier meals for my family"....or "improve my resume"? ....If you're waiting for someone to make it easier or hand you accomplishments on a silver platter you'll wait yourself right into a life of what if.
Time to move forward. CHOOSE to move forward. Becoming your own catalyst for change just may be the bravest, most empowering thing you do. You said "tomorrow" yesterday. Embrace it.
Enjoy the day...and prepare for a new week and new opportunities!
I am sucking down coffee like I'm being hazed at 7am. Pumpkin Spice better bring its A-game because I only got 5 hours of sleep. Watery eyes...looking like I just came out of a cage fight....its great I swear. But definitely worth it.
We went to babysit the niece's last night, and stayed a little longer to visit once David and Kelly came home. Those girls are something else. Haven is going through the stage where she is extremely attached to her parents, and the second they leave the bottom falls out.
There we were,...Payton at one end of the table eating her dinner, and Haven wailing at the other. Then Payton starts screaming at the top of her lungs trying to funny...Ryan and I start busting out laughing because at this point our eardrums are twitching and poor Haven is crying so hard she can't see and is drooling all over the place. I can't get Haven to eat a single thing, and Payton is resorting to a face-planted position, eating peas off the table. What a scene. It was an eventful St. Patty's Day....
Well, my meatballs are done, veggies chopped, and now waiting for this coffee to hit me before I head for some cardio. I'm thinking its going to be a quick session since I'm going to hit some balls today. The combination of not enough sleep + too much cardio beforehand might prove to be bad for everyone. I'd be the only person throwing clubs in a fit of rage at the driving range. Honestly, I wouldn't put it passed me. I come from a long line of people with anger-management-issues. Explains a lot.
On to other things...
So what's on tap for this week?
I firmly believe in a plan. Even though I like to be chronically organized when it comes to my agenda and "where I'm headed", its easy to get side tracked. Then, before we know it we're moving in circles instead of forward. Well, doing the same thing over and over with the same results and expecting something different is the definition of insanity. We've got enough of that around us on a daily basis...
So here's a little suggestion. Get in the habit on Sunday to sit and think about your goals....fitness, work related, personal, etc. Then ask yourself what you plan to do in the upcoming week to help move closer to achieving them. Sounds simple, right? But how long have we had "lose 20 pounds" on that list?...or "make healthier meals for my family"....or "improve my resume"? ....If you're waiting for someone to make it easier or hand you accomplishments on a silver platter you'll wait yourself right into a life of what if.
Time to move forward. CHOOSE to move forward. Becoming your own catalyst for change just may be the bravest, most empowering thing you do. You said "tomorrow" yesterday. Embrace it.
Enjoy the day...and prepare for a new week and new opportunities!
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Moving....barely
Its 8:00 Saturday morning and I am truly enjoying a quiet house along with my 3rd cup of coffee and a egg white/ground turkey concoction. As far as workout goes, all I had today was cardio. I wanted to get it out of the way, so by 6:10 I was out the door jogging through the neighborhood.
Since my body is used to having 2 meals under my belt and a few hours to "wake up" before my usual workout time, jogging first thing in the morning is not on my top 10 list of things to do...or top 20. Its just hard for me to find any sort of rhythm when I haven't had caffeine or time to get my mind right. I couldn't think about it...just go...
The first mile was comical. I looked like an old woman. Tight hamstrings, tight calves, not fully awake,...I'm sure it was a sight. I could definitely feel my right calf from my hill sprints yesterday (incline 15, speed 12...needless to say, I was pushing this tank with all I had). I was quickly well aware that I'd not run this loop in quite awhile. There are many gradual hills that, for me, (non-endurance athlete who can barely can stand to run more than 10 minutes), proved to be pretty brutal. Then there were the geese....its like an obstacle course around here I swear. There are so many geese around this area and I seriously look forward to them flying south every year. Last year 2 of them were camped out in our cul-de-sac because neighbors thought it was cute to feed them. Oh it was cute alright....cute until they were crapping on my patio. At that point I was curious as to how much damage a paintball gun could really do.
Anyway, I ran into the little feathered crappers this morning and sure enough had to dodge goose poop like land mines for about 100yds on the sidewalk. That was fun...until the mother goose starts squawking at me flaring her wings and what not. The sad part was that I was running so slow that I was fairly certain she would catch me, and then I'd be left to explain some bizarre battle wounds. I'd probably fight back....right there in the street, in our quaint little neighborhood beside the sign that says "Slow down, We love our children". I want to put one right beside it that says "Now speed up, We hate our geese". So wrong, I know.
So, long story short, I made it through my 4.5 mile run without any injuries or goose-mishaps. I headed straight to a lukewarm bath with my coffee in hand. Today I am really trying to take it easy and "treat" myself by relaxing. With my husband away, the to-do list is always long and would keep me slammed everyday if I let it. Not today. I am headed to the pool for a few hours. My plan is to sleep, read a magazine, and try not to yell at any children...or their parents for that matter. I can tell my body is just worn out. Zimm and I were agreeing yesterday that by the end of the week, there is definitely a need for some down time and rest. Ryan is always preaching to me about the need for rest....and I totally agree with him. It's just hard for me to take it.....but today I am going to take it.
I firmly believe in pushing yourself beyond what you think is possible/comfortable. But I also believe in listening to your body. I watched my dad do this for years...go and go...until he had to retire before the age of 56 because of chronic adrenal fatigue. The doctor told him that if he continued the same route, it would most likely kill him. So now he encourages me to do the same....just slow down. He says I'm 27 and should feel 27. I'm trying dad, one step at a time...
Alright, going to read for awhile and then head to the pool. Enjoy the weekend folks...work hard...and rest easy :)
Since my body is used to having 2 meals under my belt and a few hours to "wake up" before my usual workout time, jogging first thing in the morning is not on my top 10 list of things to do...or top 20. Its just hard for me to find any sort of rhythm when I haven't had caffeine or time to get my mind right. I couldn't think about it...just go...
The first mile was comical. I looked like an old woman. Tight hamstrings, tight calves, not fully awake,...I'm sure it was a sight. I could definitely feel my right calf from my hill sprints yesterday (incline 15, speed 12...needless to say, I was pushing this tank with all I had). I was quickly well aware that I'd not run this loop in quite awhile. There are many gradual hills that, for me, (non-endurance athlete who can barely can stand to run more than 10 minutes), proved to be pretty brutal. Then there were the geese....its like an obstacle course around here I swear. There are so many geese around this area and I seriously look forward to them flying south every year. Last year 2 of them were camped out in our cul-de-sac because neighbors thought it was cute to feed them. Oh it was cute alright....cute until they were crapping on my patio. At that point I was curious as to how much damage a paintball gun could really do.
Anyway, I ran into the little feathered crappers this morning and sure enough had to dodge goose poop like land mines for about 100yds on the sidewalk. That was fun...until the mother goose starts squawking at me flaring her wings and what not. The sad part was that I was running so slow that I was fairly certain she would catch me, and then I'd be left to explain some bizarre battle wounds. I'd probably fight back....right there in the street, in our quaint little neighborhood beside the sign that says "Slow down, We love our children". I want to put one right beside it that says "Now speed up, We hate our geese". So wrong, I know.
So, long story short, I made it through my 4.5 mile run without any injuries or goose-mishaps. I headed straight to a lukewarm bath with my coffee in hand. Today I am really trying to take it easy and "treat" myself by relaxing. With my husband away, the to-do list is always long and would keep me slammed everyday if I let it. Not today. I am headed to the pool for a few hours. My plan is to sleep, read a magazine, and try not to yell at any children...or their parents for that matter. I can tell my body is just worn out. Zimm and I were agreeing yesterday that by the end of the week, there is definitely a need for some down time and rest. Ryan is always preaching to me about the need for rest....and I totally agree with him. It's just hard for me to take it.....but today I am going to take it.
I firmly believe in pushing yourself beyond what you think is possible/comfortable. But I also believe in listening to your body. I watched my dad do this for years...go and go...until he had to retire before the age of 56 because of chronic adrenal fatigue. The doctor told him that if he continued the same route, it would most likely kill him. So now he encourages me to do the same....just slow down. He says I'm 27 and should feel 27. I'm trying dad, one step at a time...
Alright, going to read for awhile and then head to the pool. Enjoy the weekend folks...work hard...and rest easy :)
Monday, May 30, 2011
Pit stains
Every morning I wake up and think "O God, what day is it? Am I late? What's that smell?" Ok, lying about the last one...but seriously, I do a momentary freak-out most mornings thinking I am late for work. The past few days have been no different. Because today was a holiday, I've had 4 full days of 8+ hours of sleep each night...yeah, I don't think I've done that since college. Not sure if passing out counts...
I've needed the rest. With Ryan leaving, the past week has been an emotional whirlwind. The house is quiet, and apparently the lawn will not mow itself. Speaking of, yard work was interesting this weekend...I somehow managed to get mulch in my underwear. There are several things that should never pass that elastic band, and mulch is one of them. Completely unsanitary...but the work got done. Between workouts and the yard work, my body is pooped. Today's workout was a struggle. Even with Zimm there to encourage, it was just harder than usual. Perhaps because I was out of routine a little, and because I ran before lifting....which, I have to stop immediately. Kind of irritates me just thinking about it...
I hit back, bis, and shoulders today....reps 6-8 on everything. I tried to adjust the weights so that I was only able to get around 6 reps for most lifts. Done and DONE. Went up to 25's today on curls...pleased with that. Good thing I won't need my forearms tomorrow...they will be shot. Left arm still struggles to get a good contraction, but its come a long way. Stupid left arm....I have no encouragement for it...it just needs to man-up...
Workout:
BW WG pull-ups 4 x 6-8
Seated cable row 4 x 6-8
Wide grip lat pull-down 4 x 6-8
Seated BB shoulder press 3 x 6-8
Seated DB press 3 x 6-8
Tir-set: Front plate raise, Lateral raises, lateral pulse (3 x 8 each)
Bent arm lat raise 3 x 6-8
Alteranting DB curls 3 x 6 each
Standing BB curls 4 x 6-8
Alternating incline curls 3 x 6 each
The heat was unbearable today. To the point that I couldn't even go to the pool. The thought of laying out in 95 degree heat for 3 hours with high humidity, around a bunch of screaming kids, with the chance that I might get hit with a flying wet koosh ball, and MaryJo over there puffing on her Virginia Slims and blowing it in my direction......recipe for disaster in Mebane. You'd see me on the evening news. Needless to say, I had to find a different way to celebrate Memorial Day.
Well, I'm about 5 weeks from making my decision about the show in November....couple of things weighing in my head, and one medical issue, but we shall see...
My rear has decreased almost 2 inches in the past 2 months. I'm about to draw the line...any smaller and I will fit the stereotypical white girl profile of no-rear. Not cool. Gonna be hitting the lunges pretty hard this week...
Well, its feeding time in the Falcon house...protein, veggies, and an ice pack...to sit on...I am still sweating...this is ridiculous...
I've needed the rest. With Ryan leaving, the past week has been an emotional whirlwind. The house is quiet, and apparently the lawn will not mow itself. Speaking of, yard work was interesting this weekend...I somehow managed to get mulch in my underwear. There are several things that should never pass that elastic band, and mulch is one of them. Completely unsanitary...but the work got done. Between workouts and the yard work, my body is pooped. Today's workout was a struggle. Even with Zimm there to encourage, it was just harder than usual. Perhaps because I was out of routine a little, and because I ran before lifting....which, I have to stop immediately. Kind of irritates me just thinking about it...
I hit back, bis, and shoulders today....reps 6-8 on everything. I tried to adjust the weights so that I was only able to get around 6 reps for most lifts. Done and DONE. Went up to 25's today on curls...pleased with that. Good thing I won't need my forearms tomorrow...they will be shot. Left arm still struggles to get a good contraction, but its come a long way. Stupid left arm....I have no encouragement for it...it just needs to man-up...
Workout:
BW WG pull-ups 4 x 6-8
Seated cable row 4 x 6-8
Wide grip lat pull-down 4 x 6-8
Seated BB shoulder press 3 x 6-8
Seated DB press 3 x 6-8
Tir-set: Front plate raise, Lateral raises, lateral pulse (3 x 8 each)
Bent arm lat raise 3 x 6-8
Alteranting DB curls 3 x 6 each
Standing BB curls 4 x 6-8
Alternating incline curls 3 x 6 each
The heat was unbearable today. To the point that I couldn't even go to the pool. The thought of laying out in 95 degree heat for 3 hours with high humidity, around a bunch of screaming kids, with the chance that I might get hit with a flying wet koosh ball, and MaryJo over there puffing on her Virginia Slims and blowing it in my direction......recipe for disaster in Mebane. You'd see me on the evening news. Needless to say, I had to find a different way to celebrate Memorial Day.
Well, I'm about 5 weeks from making my decision about the show in November....couple of things weighing in my head, and one medical issue, but we shall see...
My rear has decreased almost 2 inches in the past 2 months. I'm about to draw the line...any smaller and I will fit the stereotypical white girl profile of no-rear. Not cool. Gonna be hitting the lunges pretty hard this week...
Well, its feeding time in the Falcon house...protein, veggies, and an ice pack...to sit on...I am still sweating...this is ridiculous...
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