My running buddy and I decided to run outside today. We did a 2 mile loop twice. It was amazing! I love running in the cold. I love, love, love it!
The rest of the day I was in a funk. I needed this success. I felt so good.
Right after the run, I went to a meeting, which totally uplifted and empowered me.
God is good.
Monday was a rough day. I was an emotional mess. I made it through work surprisingly productively, and set out for a 4.25 mile run on the track with my Running Buddy. After about 1 mile, I got a very painful side stitch- so painful (and on the left, which is weird) I had to stop. I could barely walk. We walked a couple of laps around the track and I had a big crying fit. I mean, this was not fair. The day sucked. I didn’t have control over anything, but dang it, I was going to have an awesome run… and now I didn’t even have that.
We decided to just call it a day. We’ll try again on Tuesday. I stretched and went home and showered.
I’m still counting this as one day of running, though, even though it was only 1 mile.
Oh, I *did* get my Eoin Finn “Pure and Simple Yoga” done in the morning, so the day wasn’t a total loss.
Today, I made a to do list. I did most of the things on the list. I am so proud. They included sweeping and mopping/scrubbing the kitchen and bathroom floors, walking with my son to the grocery store, practicing jury music… and other stuff. The 2 hour nap was *not* on the to do list…
I finally started my workout at about 4:45- it was Jari Love’s “Get Ripped and Chiseled.” I added some pull ups. It was awesome.
Some days, it’s just impossible. I set my alarm to wake up early and go run before the rest of the family got up. As I was having my coffee, the bedroom door opens and it’s my husband, “Look who’s up!”translation: “Your son is awake and I’m going back to sleep. Have fun.”
By the time my husband woke up, he had too much work to do to watch my son so I could run, do yoga, or anything.
I gave it a half assed attempt to find a sitter, but was unsuccessful, due to many college students being still out of town for the holiday.
So I called it a rest day. I really had no choice.
Really wanted to get one more run in this week. Disappointed. In a lot of things.
I decided to spend some time with Baron Baptiste the morning after Thanksgiving. Of course, this was after eating 2 really yummy homemad chocolate chip scones…
I did “Soul of Strength”, which I still really love, despite the idiotic Baron-isms, such as:
“Birds of a Feather Flock Together”… what?
“Angels fly because they take themselves lightly…” ???
“Make your big toe glow…”
Whatever.
I had a really good Crow. I was proud.
Then I ate more scones.
On Thanksgiving, I really felt sad that I wasn’t able to register for a race. I love holiday races. So, I did my own Turkey Trot 5K. It wasn’t the big thrill I had hoped for, but it was okay. The rest of the day was filled with parenting mishaps and Thanksgiving. My first Thanksgiving as a recovering alcoholic was a success, thanks to multiple liters of sparkly water. And you know what else I noticed? I didn’t overeat as much as usual, either…
Wednesday, I wanted to work on some upper body, but I also wanted a little cardio. I started out on the elliptical. Good god, that thing is boring! Even with my music, I could only stand to do about 20 minutes.
I went downstairs and worked upper body. Let’s see if I can remember what I did:
3 sets of Back Row (machine) alternating with 15 pushups.
2 sets of one arm lat row- 16 @ 20lbs.
The rest I did kind of a pyramid:
Shoulders:
- Front raise, lateral raise, back raise.
Since it was pyramid, it was like this: 12 reps at 5 lbs each; 10 reps at 7.5 lbs each; 8 reps at 10 lbs each; 10 reps at 7.5 lbs each; 12 reps at 5 lbs each. Wow. Fried Shoulders.
Biceps:
Regular curl and hammer curl:
12 reps at 5 lbs each; 10 reps at 7.5 lbs each; 8 reps at 10 lbs each; 10 reps at 7.5 lbs each; 12 reps at 5 lbs each
Triceps: A little different
- Tricep dips: 20
- Pyramid: Lying french press:
12 reps at 5 lbs each; 10 reps at 7.5 lbs each; 8 reps at 10 lbs each; 10 reps at 7.5 lbs each; 12 reps at 5 lbs each
- Tricep dips: 20
Then I burned out the last bit of strength in the triceps doing 15 overhead French presses at 15 lbs.
I feel like I worked pretty hard. Arms are a little tired. I really hope to do this 2 times a week… maybe then I can keep my upper body definition…
Tuesday I was able to practice yoga in the morning. I did “Pure and Simple Yoga” with Eoin. I love this one… the only thing I miss are balance poses and crow. I guess I could add them.
I had a rough, emotional day. I was sleep deprived and that makes everything sadder. I spent most of the day crying.
When I went to the gym, for that hour, I was happy. I wish I could work out all day long.
I ran 2 miles on the track, then did lower body:
3 sets of:
- Squats, 16 with 2 10 lb dumbbells
- Static lunges, 16 each leg with 2 10 lb dumbbells
Dang it, I really need to remember what the extension things are called… anyway, did 16 of those.
I’m feeling better this week and hoping for a full week of successful workouts… despite the holiday…
Monday, my running buddy and I planned to do 4 miles. I was hoping after 3 days off, I would be dying to get going.
We decided to do it on the treadmill. I had a really hard time. I ended up doing a TOTAL of 4 miles… walking about .25 to warm up, then running 3.25, and walking .5 to finish the 4 miles. It was hard. I almost cried a few times due to a side stitch…
Afterwards, I took my buddy through all of Ab Ripper X (which I have memorized). She was impressed.
Actually, I didn’t do anything for 3 days… so that’s why I didn’t write anything.
Friday, 11/20: Nothing. Not even yoga.
Saturday, 11/21: Had a chance to run but took a nap instead. Was still not feeling super great.
Sunday. 11/22: No workout, but did a LOT of housecleaning…
Monday started a new week. I think it’s okay every now and then to take a break. I do wish I had done some yoga- by Monday I felt really frazzled and out of balance.
