I was lazy this morning and we didn't get up to workout until 7am. I took today off from work in order to get the kids, house and luggage ready for our trip. This morning was spent sweating! It really makes a difference when you workout in the dark! We did 3 miles this morning and I didn’t get one peep from the girls! Probably because they were in fear from slacking off yesterday! We went to a nearby park and spent about 20 minutes doing pushups and sit-ups. Pushups were done standing – of course. But, the sit-ups were done upside down on the monkey bars. Yes, you read correctly! I thought we could pull off the whole G.I. Jane sit-ups from the movie, but boy was I wrong! The girls didn’t have any problems because they have had recent experience with these kinds of apparatuses. Me – a whole other story…
I get up there – (OH YEAH, doing the cabbage patch!), with knees bent I drop the rest of my body to get myself into position. This would have been perfect if my legs didn’t follow me and my big butt didn’t go flopping to the ground! I dropped to the ground on my stomach and it felt like I did a belly flop on the water! (Ouch!!!!) After I spit the sand out of my mouth and caught my breath I climbed back up. (It didn’t help that the girls were laughing so hard that they both had their legs crossed to prevent themselves from peeing!!) I wasn’t laughing – I was mad! This time when I got to the top there was no celebrating. I turned directions and locked my ankles under the next bar – I’m not falling this time! I drop the rest of my body down to get into position (AGAIN!) and this time I just hung there. My stomach hurt from belly-flopping on the sand and I spent the rest of my energy climbing back up! I bet I hung there for 2 minutes – I was scared! Finally, I let go and completed my full set. Boy, just when you think that you will never outgrow the monkey bars, you gain 70lbs and literally OUTGROW the monkey bars! Shish!
Tomorrow is weigh-in. Sighhhhh…
In honor of my friend that has been working out with us in the mornings and because I feel guilty for sleeping through her texts asking if I was getting up this morning – I decided to let her be a guest blogger today.
Now we are even…no more slacking…
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Hi. I’m the friend. I made sure to set my alarm 10 minutes earlier because Sgt. has been coming to pick me up and I’ve still not got my socks and shoes one. I text at 5:12 “yes?”. Last week and the week before that…after hitting ‘send’ I would’ve said a silent prayer for torrential rain or for Sgt. to have slept in….but not today. I’m ready to roll today. I have to redeem myself for yesterday’s shenanigans. I get no response. Hmmm. 5:15 I text again “you up?”. Nothing. Crap. She’s left me. This is what I get. I KNEW she was mad at us yesterday. The uncomfortable silence on the ride home after she had to wait for the girls and I SCREAMED of disappointment from her. She waited on us forever to finish last mile. It wasn’t even supposed to be the last mile…we were pushing for 4, but after our weak 3rd mile we were out of time. Crap. Oh the guilt. I’m dressed at this point and in my new running shoes. At 5:29 AM I text her “I’m leaving you”. Not a threat…it’s a confirmation to myself that I CAN leave the door and walk out there by myself. I CAN. After all…I do have new running shoes.
Shoes….what an ordeal. This entire time I’ve been exercising with foot pain. It feels like I am running with a marble in my shoe right along the outside of my arch. It hurts until it goes numb which is usually around mile 2 or so. No, it’s not my excuse for being slow…my weight and out-of-shapeness are the reason I am slow, but I’m just explaining to you that my foot hurts. I finally made it out to the running store yesterday. I’m sure I looked out of place in there. I look nothing like a runner would look like. I’m well over 200 pounds. I explain to the hesitant sales guy (who looks like a runner, by the way) that my foot hurts. That I feel like I need some different shoes…some that are made for running. He examines my foot and guesses my shoe size. He brings out pair after pair – I think 6 in all. For the first time EVER, I am buying shoes and not even paying attention to what they look like. I’ve never done that before. After all, we run at 5:30 in the morning, when it’s dark out…so who is going to see them anyway, right? I walk out with a pair and a free water bottle. I have never spent that much on a pair of shoes that did not have a heel.
Anyway, I did it. At 5:30 this morning I walked out of my front door. By myself.
This is a big deal.
Granted, I got up because I thought I was getting picked up…but when I didn’t….I didn’t go back to bed.
I put in my head phones, turned on my Slacker Radio station (ironic name, no?) and hit the pavement. I walked to the end of my block and then I started running. I can’t tell you how long or for how many blocks I ran, because I don’t know. I just know I was running. I was running to some hip-hop song I’ve never heard before. It talked about “ridin’ solo”. Coincidence? Holy cow, I thought… I’m out here alone. In the dark. At 5:30something in the morning. Even typing this out I still can’t believe I did it. I ran to the park. I ran at the park. I walked some, but I’m pretty sure I did my fair share of running. I know for a fact I ran to the whole Alejando song by Lady Gaga. I thought of my son the entire time. (He has an odd obsession for Lady Gaga.) I thought how I need to be healthier for him. Then some other hip-hop song came on about Usher checking out some chic’s booty on the dance floor….and I thought about what my butt looked like. I kept running. I got home at 6:30.
The only downfall to today’s success was that there was nobody there with me to witness it. I missed the Sgt. and the girls. Oh, and that my foot still hurts.
I leave you with Ridin’ Solo. It’s about a break-up. I really hope I didn’t get dumped by my crew, but for today…I was okay with Ridin’ Solo.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyYWCUUnJU0
Breakfast was fresh pineapple and a toasted wheat English muffin.
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