Weekly Workout Log ... x2 I guess

Meh. I've gotten lazy. Mostly because I was lazy.
It happens I suppose.

Now that I've officially declared myself in a relationship on Facebook with Ice Cream Guy, I have to admit, I'm very nearly falling back into my bad habit ... skipping workouts to spend an extra hour with that boyfriend of mine.

UGH.

I'm making it a point to not do that. So, while Runner's World is having their Holiday Streak Challenge of running every day, I'm having my own streak of working out every day for at least 12 minutes (uh, yeah, that's BodyRock time). I'm also still trying to overcome puppy mom guilt so I can leave Jeff at home for 20 minutes so I can use real weights instead of my wimpy 3 pound weights. And yes, I could buy some 8's or 10's but why when there is a nice little gym in my apartment complex that has weights?

So here are the days I actually did something, other than sit around and be lazy ... and it's an embarassingly short list for 2 weeks:

Monday, 11/12: BodyRock's Slippery When Wet workout. I know. Followed this up with Operation: Gun Show


Wednesday, 11/14: Operation: Gun Show and a quick round of jumping jacks, squats and pushups. Sigh. My life has become anything but running. When I think about it, I get a little sad. Still have got quite a bit of tightness that seems to be aggrivated only by running, though, so I'm not quite sure what to do about it.

Thursday, 11/15: I know I BodyRocked, but I have no idea which one I did. Sometimes I pick and choose rather than going with the WOD, and this was a day I got picky. I do remember it was pretty hefty on the arms, so I skipped Operation: Gun Show.

Friday, 11/16: An early morning with my trainer. It was a doozy. Sprints, wall sits, curls, overhead presses, making my feet fly over a bench and abs. Then after that was over, 100 reps to work the tri's using the rope pull down thingy (y'all know what I'm talking about, right??).

I was painfully sore for a good 3 days

Monday, 11/19: BodyRock's Sexy & Lean workout & Operation: Gun Show.

Thursday, 11/22: 2 Mile Turkey Trot with my brother and sister back home. My brother got 2 overall, which was super exciting and I won my AG! I'm planning an RR soon.

Saturday, 11/24: my own little circuit: 15 min on bike, 15 pushups, 20 squats, 15 tri dips, and abs X2. A quickie, but not too bad.

So that's what I've been up to. Hoping I find a way, both mentally and physically, to get back to running sooner rather than later, but I know it will be waiting with open arms when I return.

I am not

I am not, nor will I ever be, an XS by most store's standards. Some days, I'm not even a small.

More power to me.

I am not, nor will I ever be, an 8 minute per mile runner. I probably won't be a 9 minute per mile runner.

More power to me.

I am not, nor will I ever be, a fashionista. I will always look out of place in cities like New York, L.A., Paris, Tokyo and Milan. I will always look like I'm from the Midwest.

More power to me.

I am not the girl who cares about her weight. I kinda brag about it these days.

More power to me.

I am not one to care about my jean size. Jean sizes are the most un-universal set of sizes in the history of the world, anyway. Seriously. WTH?? It takes forever to find the right size when I go jeans shopping these days and it bugs the crap outta me!!!!!!

More power to me.

I am not the girl who feels guilty about skipping a workout.  I am the girl who suddenly wonders why her fuse is shorter than normal and then gets annoyed with herself when she realizes why (skipped workout).

More power to me. 

I am not one who refuses to indulge in a trip to the ice cream place. Or a drink. I am the girl who eats and drinks everything in sight until I finally get the one thing I'm craving. So I just give in after a week to save everyone from that disaster.

More power to me.

I am not the girl you need to worry about getting some type of unhealthy addiction. Unless you classify reality TV as an unhealthy addiction. In that case guilty as charged.

More power to me.

I am not a lot of things, but what I am is an athlete. My current focus: shaping my body into the best machine it can be ... while still indulging in wine, gummy candy, chocolate, ice cream and the occasional whiskey mixed drink. I'll never be a fitness model, but you can bet I'll be selling tickets to a pretty decent gun show sometime soon. You'll never be able to bounce a quater off of my abs, but you'll be able to bounce it off my ass by the time I'm 30. And I will never run a sub-20 5K or a sub-4 marathon, but I'll still be out there,  crossing that finish line and celebrating like I did anyway.

More.

Power.

To. 

Me.

A tardy Weekly Workout Log

This is late. I'm super sorry for that. This week (or was it last), I started Operation: Gun Show, because I have a ball to go to and I'm wearing a super pretty dress. So naturally, I want gun show worthy arms so I can effectively tell the Loop's T.O.'s gun rack joke properly.

I've also done a video blog but it wouldn't upload so now I have to redo it, and ... well I've just been lazy with my free time.

Monday: BodyRocks' New Sexy Killer Curves workout. Yikes.
Also, Monday's routine for Operation: Gun Show. I found this workout on Pinterest.

Tricep Push ups – 12 reps
Rest 20 seconds
Bicep curls – 12 reps
Rest 20 seconds
Tricep Kickbacks – 12 reps each arm (Complete 12 reps total for each arm.  It’s O.K. to either perform one type or combine the three types of kickbacks in the video…only 12 reps total per side)
Rest 1 minute

x3

Tuesday: BodyRocks' Friggen Awesome Real Time Workout.
Eh. It was ok.

Tuesday's routine for Operation: Gun Show.
Tricep Dips - 20 reps

Wednesday: rest day

Thursday: date night with Ice Cream Guy. I forget what we did, but it was fun. It's always fun.
I was bad & skipped my workout because I was having a pretty good hair day & didn't want to mess it up.

Friday: Operation: Gun Show's workout:
Tricep Push up – 12 reps
Bicep Curls – 15 reps
Lying Tricep Extensions – 15 reps
Rest 1 minute (I don't really do this part)
x3

Saturday: I thought I was going to get my butt kicked again by the trainer, but I showed up at 7:30 & the place was closed!!! WHAT????
So then I tried to kick my own butt, which wasn't nearly as successful. I don't even remember what BodyRock workout I did.

Operation: Gun Show:
Bicep Curls – 20 reps
Rest 20 seconds
Tricep Kickbacks – 20 reps each arm
Rest 20 seconds
x2

Sunday: lazy lazy lazy day. It was great.

Weekly Workout Log

Still haven't gotten back into the routine of saving this as a draft and editing it throughout the week.
Bad, Eliz, bad.

On the other hand, as I'm trying to remember workouts from the week, I reference it in terms of what Ice Cream Guy and I did.
Awesome, Eliz, awesome.

ho-kay. Here. We. Go.

Monday: BodyRock's Hot Dirty Lust workout. I believe I have done this one before. Still like it. Still challenging. Woo-hoo!

Tuesday: Superhero workout on my HIIT trainer app. It was pretty funny, as all the demo pictures were done by people dressed in PowerRanger costumes. I get the feeling Superheros workout harder than this one, though.

Then Ice Cream Guy cooked me dinner.

Wednesday: Uhhh ... I cannot remember. It was Halloween. That's all I know.

Thursday: BodyRock's Nothing but Sweat workout. This was one I had avoided before because it uses equipment I don't have. But I rocked it anyway & glad I did. This is also a good one.

Then Ice Cream Guy and I went for sushi and gelato. Yum and yum.

Friday: random abs, plus 2 rounds of pushups and squats, because I felt like it.
     *** random abs that day SUCKED. Oh Em Gee.

Then I cooked Ice Cream Guy dinner.

Saturday: the epic ass kicking. I'm still sore.

Sunday: about an hour of yoga, loosely following something I found on Pinterest. It's been well over a year since I stopped my Friday night yoga classes when I moved to a different city and I still miss them. Sigh.

I really need to get a few runs in. I plan on doing another 5K in two weeks and then a 2 miler on Thanksgiving morning. Suddenly, I got rich and can afford all of these races. Not sure why I think that, but oh well.

Ice Cream Guy is doing the 5K with me. =)

"I could use a good ass-kicking"

A few weeks ago, I took advantage of a Living Social deal of 8 personal training sessions plus an initial consultation session for only $39.

Yes. Thirty. Nine. Dollars.

I know, right? Who wouldn't take advantage of that??

So, I finally get my first session scheduled for 7 AM yesterday (Saturday). Why in the world I decided 7AM would be okay is beyond me.

Whatever.

So, I make it to the gym at 7AM & sit down with the trainer. Turns out this guy runs his own little shop, and it's more of an athletic training type deal rather than a gym with personal training.

I can dig it.

Anyway, we sit down & I give him a brief overview of what I've been doing, the injuries I've been dealing with, how I have to correct my stride and, finally, how I want to run a marathon next fall.

Then I end with "And so I'm here because I want some guidance on how to strengthen, tone & get my body in amazing shape. And also, I could use a good ass-kicking once a week."

No sooner were those words out of my mouth and he put me on circuits that kicked my ass.
After a 5 minute wake-up/warm-up, he had me doing excercises that I never expected I would do.

Like making waves with that really heavy rope.
Like doing high knees back and forth over that rope.
Like doing plank work with my legs on a stability ball (this is where I really got my ass kicked. I so need a stability ball so I don't look like such a wimp).

Afterwards, we briefly touched base.

I pretty much told him that I hated him for the last 5 minutes, and that was exactly what I was looking for.

He laughed and said we would get along really well, then.

So now my Saturday mornings will be filled with ass-kicking through the end of the year.

I'm already excited and scared for next Saturday.

I don't usually celebrate Halloween

I'm not really the Halloween "type".

I blame it on a really frightening haunted house experience when I was in kindergarten. Not even the security of holding my dad's hand made me feel any better about that stupid haunted house.

And then there's the stress of finding a costume. I'm terrible at costumes and then "having" to participate in the costume contest at the community center ... GAH! It was more than this little girl could handle.

But hey, now I'm almost 30 and a runner and there was a 5K that was part of a Holiday Run series nearby. I had to sign up, you see. Then I figured it was the perfect excuse to re-use a tutu from a spring 5K that I ran with some girlfriends.

It always starts with a tutu.

As the big 5K day drew near, the clown in a tutu idea just kind of seemed ... meh. Luckily, Pinterest and Real Simple saved me with a clever last minute costume idea. So I left my apartment that morning thinking I had a really fun costume. I didn't realize that not many people would get it and everyone would just stare at my chest with furrowed brows.

In any case, I still smiled for the camera man:

I think I look very much like a Fork in the Road, but I guess it was too cold that morning for people to think that hard.

The best part of this costume was that I could still wear it to work on actually Halloween, and still look pretty darn cute:

My co-workers appreciated the 'joke' a lot more. I kept getting visitors who were sent to see my costume, but they weren't told what I was. So, I guess I still got some furrowed-brow stares, but I also got lots of laughs after they figured it out.

Ice Cream Guy liked it, too.