Something is about to happen that never happens on here, but which will happen more. Are you still with me? Too early for tongue-twisters?
I want to share a workout with you that has left my butt feeling pained and sore and tight in places I never knew were possible. You know how fitness magazines have a page in each issue of workout cards to do? I’m that person who looks at the workouts, thinks “that looks good,” and then is too lazy to do it.
For the first time in my life, I did one, or partially at least. I ripped this sucker out of either Fitness or Self magazine, and completed part of it during Monday’s workout. I only did parts of it because I was feeling pretty dizzy and nauseous and didn’t want to vomit all over the gym floor.
I didn’t do the Dip & Kick or the Booty Burner, and I did an altered version of the Crank It, but the Loopy Lunge is no joke. My butt is upping its game and is on its’ way to looking like Lady Gaga’s.
I did this workout after the worst 2 mile run of my life. Since I slept in until 7 on Monday and literally rolled into work with the same bun I rocked to bed Sunday night, I went on my lunch around 11:50.
Remind me to never go that early again. I can handle guys who think they’re all that and cocky, but there is one man who takes it to the extreme. I’ve seen him once before, and I wanted to smack him. This time around, I was so annoyed with him that I wanted to punch every square inch of him.
He would flip his water bottle, catch it, and then squirt it from literally a foot away. He would do backward somersaults to get off the ground from exercises. He left dumbells all over the open area and would throw his used paper towel with his “stuck-up man” sweat on it just anywhere. Dude. Trashcan 10 feet to your left. The awful thing is that he was about 5 feet in front of my treadmill. I gave him the stink eye about once per .10 miles completed, and I had to look straight at the treadmill belt multiple times to avoid seeing him.
I’ve never wanted to punch someone in my life (childhood and fights with Ryan don’t count), but this guy, I would love to pound that ego right out of him. He’s not even a chiseled God! I am one punch away from being kicked out of Gold’s. Honestly, it’s probably worth it.
On to other gym things. This morning I did something crazy. I took my first official Crossfit class with Sara, which I will talk more about tomorrow!
On for some more Wednesday randomness.
I have been buying the almond butter single serving packets because I have no control and need to be told how much nut butter to eat. The only bad thing about packets is that there’s extra butter in the corners. I can’t fathom leaving any behind, so I cut the packets, and lick the packet clean. I know you do the same.
Remember how Mark and I started Orange is the New Black last Friday? I’m gone for the weekend and he went and finished the entire season without me! In getting mad at him, my phone decided that that would be the perfect time to autocorrect “smarty pants.”
Smarty panty pants. Okay, thanks iPhone because that’s not awkward at all.
I am actually mad at Mark because I wanted to go to sleep early, and he kept me up an extra hour and a half. Do you know how hard it is to get someone to shut up no matter how many times you hint at it?
And to end the randomness, I bought new running shoes. The Nike Revolution 2. Eh.
They’re like the boy you agree to date but you don’t want to. Super nice, but you wish he didn’t have a big mole on his face. My current running shoes had major premature tears in the toe box and needed to be replaced pronto.
On 2nd thought, I realllllllly love the ONEs.
Since I am the queen of returns, I guarantee you I will return the shoes for the ONEs. I can live off of lettuce for a bit. No big deal. The price you pay for running in style.
To go broke or not to go broke?