1 lap to go...and hurl...

I had a man ask me this afternoon what "fit" looks like for him in 20 years.  What a loaded question.  That would put him at 64 years old, and I even laughed a little before answering.  I laughed because I've worked/work with numerous older men who honestly think they should be able to move like they did when they were 20 and feel just as good.  The male ego is a precious and fragile thing ;)  Oh I wish that were the case.  "Fit" at 64 looks different than at 54...and 44...and 34...you get the picture.  I will say though, that starting a workout program in your late fifties feels much different than simply continuing a healthy lifestyle/workout routine that was established many years earlier.
Our bodies get older,...things wear down...that's life.  However, that's not to say we can't maximize our mobility and function at every stage in life.  Its about challenging ourselves to improve on a daily basis...setting realistic goals and holding obtainable expectations for where we are.  Do I expect that man to run a 30 second sprint at 12 mph like he did today in 20 years?  No.  However, if he's healthy enough to push himself to what he perceives as difficult yet doable, I'll take it.

Oh my, what a day.
It was a hectic morning and I will hit the bed like a sac of bricks tonight.  I am pooped.  I hit biceps/triceps today and finished with some mid-distance sprints.  Ok, for clarification, my mid-distance sprints are anything over 30 seconds.  1 minute sprints are torturous for me and bring back horrible memories of middle/high school when I had to run the 400m.  I threw up every time.  Every single time.  I didn't feel too bad though because one of my teammates could never hold her bladder while running in meets.  I don't think I need to go into more detail.  You get the picture.  By turn 3 she needs toilet paper, and I'm about 14 seconds away from projectile vomit.  Neither of us ever got the coaches award...

My weight routine was solid,...12 sets for biceps, 12 for triceps.  Today was the second day in a row for sprints.  I've been in the mood, what can I say.  Honestly, they feel great.  I mean, my hamstrings are tight, core is sore, and my feet ache like hell, but other than that its great.  Ha.  Cardiovascularly, I wasn't as winded as I thought I'd be, and several times I hopped off to check my heartrate to make sure I was getting it high enough.  Yup, 192-198...I was fine with that.  My recovery was better than I thought it would be as well (considering my recent cardio-boycott).  60 seconds post-sprints it was down to 114.  Fine by me.  I survived,...I could breathe,...check and check...

Soooo...since I hit chest on Monday and bis/tris today, that means LEGS tomorrow.  Double whammie on hump day.  Here goes....

I tell ya, after Thanksgiving, its been nice to get back to a routine of clean-eating.  I'm probably still retaining water from all the sugar...pancreas pumping out insulin like fro-yo...

Alright then,...much to do in the next hour or so...then bed...ahhh...I can hear it calling already...

Yup, still full...

Raise your hand if you're still in a food coma.
Odd request, being that if you were actually in a coma you could not physically raise your hand....I didn't think through that before I typed it.

Ah yes, here we are.  Days after Thanksgiving and I'd be totally fine not seeing corn pudding for another few weeks.  We literally ate our way through the day from one family function to another.  Don't get me wrong, I paced myself, but by 7pm that night I literally felt sugar drunk.  And that was just the start of my night...

Me, my sister-in-law Kelly, and my mom started shopping at 10pm.  Yes, we are those people.  I was standing in my first check-out line by 10:20 and slowly losing patience...it was going to be a loooong night.  By 4:30am I had to lay in the floor at Belk while my mom checked out.  I claimed to be holding her spot in line, but truth was that I just wanted a horizontal surface.  Ever seen a 5 year old pout?  Yeah, that was me...28 years old....at 4:30 in the morning....it was ridiculous.
My shopping trip ended at 7:15 in the morning...I drove home, and was asleep by 7:35. 
Let me just say that when I woke up at 11:30, I was not a happy camper.  I was a semi-suicidal camper.  I honestly don't think my body has fully recovered.  I know, I know, I did it to myself...


Here's a few pictures from Thanksgiving:
Me and Miss Haven...

Ryan and Haven...

As far as workouts go, I ran about 5.5 miles on Thanksgiving (and now have shin splints...awesome),...did back and core on Friday...light cardio on Saturday, and 45 minutes moderate intensity today.  I'm ready to get back in the gym tomorrow.  I feel like a noodle.  Chest and perhaps some shoulders....after a long weekend, lack of sleep, and sugar-overload, this should be interesting.

Story of the day...
I'm in Target (where all my drama happens)....I grab my cart and start heading towards the back of the store.  Now, I do not leisurely walk through that store.  I wheel that cart like I am on a mission and probably violate any sort of woman-and-cart speed limit.  The toy aisles are to my right and all of a sudden this boy (probably 7 yrs old or so) darts out in a full sprint and I T-bone him like mac truck.  He falls in the floor, his mom is looking at him and I am trying so hard not to laugh.  Only I would seriously injure someone with my cart in Target on a Sunday afternoon.  Thankfully he was ok....perhaps now he'll look both ways, slow down, and even pack a helmet...

Time to get ready for tomorrow.  I've got chicken to chop, a gym bag to pack, and dishes to wash...boooo

Night folks!