Thursday, September 25, 2014

I Don't Give Free Rides!

So I called my husband on the way to work today and he asked me if I slept okay last night. I proceeded to tell him that I've had the best sleep of my life the last two nights; going to the gym is like a sleeping pill for me. He said, "I could tell! When I got up, you were laying there totally uncovered, buck ass naked, without a pillow, face down on the mattress- snoozing like a champ!"

Verdict: I'm good at sleeps, y'all! And apparently I peel my clothing off in the middle of the night for no apparent reason at all. Normal.

Know what I'm not good at today? ............Walking. Why? Squats. F-ing squats! And leg presses! OMG! Thighs are burnin'! Thank God the bathroom at work has handicap handrails so I don't just fall right into the toilet! (Because, let's be honest, I'm kind of a super klutz. I have a broken toe, as we speak, from KICKING the CABINET in the kitchen while trying to free myself from yoga pants.... YOGA PANTS! Picture that... You're welcome.)

I went to the gym yesterday again- two days in a row-*insert dolphin claps for me here* - and got busy. I have to admit that I was a little sad to have to go to the gym during the dinner hour, because it's WAY busier during that time period, but I wasn't missing the Survivor season premiere, y'all! Wasn't happening. Priorities. (Hashtag: Best show on television. Hashtag: My favorite. Hashtag: Standing in front of the tv while it's on will get you shanked.) Despite it being really busy, everyone was courteous and the only person in the weights area after my cardio was done was someone I knew. (Hey, Z!)

Sweaty shirt... Well, sweaty everything- but you don't want those pictures! Trust me on this.

Workout looked like this: 10 minutes and 4 miles on the spin bike, 10 minutes jogging on the treadmill, 10 minutes on the recumbant bike with the resistance cranked up, and 15 minutes of weight training.

Definitely a good post-workout glow happening!

P.S. The red hair is really working for me, not?! I was born with an auburn-y reddish color hair, so this suits me. Fits my personality too, not? Bonus.

All that said, if you need me, I'll be the one crawling down the hall today because my legs have given me the finger. If you sit on my back and ask for a pony ride, I'm going to punch you in the happy trail. You've been warned.

Feeling great! ONWARD!


Wednesday, September 24, 2014

It's Time.

For the record, it is WAY harder to get started when you've been dilly-dallying on working out seriously for a long time! (Translation: It's hard to start again when you've parked your ass on the sofa for long periods of time eating Doritos like it's an endurance event.) The occasional workout doesn't cut it as a bridge when you go back and do a structured workout for the first time in a while... HOLY SORENESS TODAY!

All that said, I WENT TO THE GYM LAST NIGHT! Truth be told, I can't remember the last time I was there. But as I was sitting in my insurance conference yesterday, something hit me. You see- I was seated at a table with an Iron Man finisher and a marathon runner. And then there was me. They're all "I do endurance events!" and I was over there like "I like cookies!" It was weird. And I started thinking "Holy hell, Sarah! You have this great job, you've finished a century, and you're as strong as an ox. You need to get your shit together. How can you be successful in every aspect of your life but still wear your fat jeans and eat mashed potatoes like there may be a shortage every day? Knock it off."

So I came home----and I did. I jumped on the bike (which feels so natural and fantastic that it's CRAZY I don't do it more), took a jog on the treadmill, and then did some lifting. Felt. So. Damn. Good!

Here's the deal: I've been catering. Catering on my blogs to all the people who tell me I should be this or that, say this or that, write about this or that. I've been catering to the people in my life who say I shouldn't work out now or then or eat this or that. And most of all, I've been catering to my laziness when she says "Oh, let's just take a nap and eat these cookies." It needs to stop. It's ridiculous that every other aspect of my life can be so great, but yet I'm melting down on a regular basis thanks to disgust over how my body looks. A year ago I was in the best shape in a LONG time. I was lighter, faster, stronger, and dare I say I had HOT freaking legs! But I've gotten out of my rhythm. And I let it happen.

It's always a good time to pull it together. It's always a good time to eat healthy and move your body. I'm going to get those curves back, y'all!

It's time.