I woke up in the middle of the night for my typical bathroom break, (I have the bladder of a toddler), and was absolutely convinced it was only 2am. I needed a couple more hours of sleep for the sake of my sanity and my 6am clients.
I was wrong.
I looked at the clock and 4:10 screamed at me like a freight train.
I felt horrible and about had a meltdown right then and there.
This is often how my day begins. People ask me if I'm a "morning person", and if that means getting up before majority of mankind but not socially functional for at least a couple of hours and 16oz of coffee later,...then yes, I am a morning person.
But when I think of a "morning person" I naturally think of Sparkles.
That woman is a mini-nightmare first thing in the morning. And by nightmare, I mean an absolute ray of sunshine, glitter, and everything else that might piss off a pessimist before 9am. If I had a dollar for every time she greeted me with a song at 6am during high school I could have paid her to stop and had enough left over to fund my candy addiction.
It was unbelievable.
All that to say, I am often in rare form prior to the daily gym experience...
Today was another day in paradise.
People are starting to hit the 'ol wall in regards to New Years resolutions and plans to "eat healthy" and "get in shape". Motivation seems to be fading, and instead of buckling down, I am amazed by the number of people who will so quickly fall back into poor habits before I basically have to threaten their life not to.
Come on folks.
Its been one month, and its an ongoing process.
Yes, you will slip up, yes sometimes will be harder than others. That's life. Move on and move forward.
It wasn't one day that got you out of shape, and it won't be one day that gets you back in. Ask yourself what am I doing TODAY that will get me where I want to go? One step at a time, and don't make it bigger than it has to be for where you are.
* * *
It dawned on me today that in 5 months I will be 30.
This sounds much older than 29, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. Although I did have someone think I was 18 last week. I didn't know whether or not to thank him or throat-punch him for being creepy on someone he assumed was recently able to vote.
Eh....I laughed, said thanks, and then forgave him for the creepy part...
Aaaanndd I'm done. Totally wiped out. If I wake up by accident 5 minutes before my alarm again tomorrow morning you just might see me on the news.
Hump day awaits, night folks....
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
Rashes and Goodbyes...
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....
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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