Standing on one foot is one of the few things I'm good at. It comes in handy when...never.
I'll be honest: It was really nice not transcribing my bi-weekly workouts.
Today was a leg day. I did snatches, single leg roman dead lifts, lunges, and some other random crap.
My trainer works out at a normal gym, and apparently the hip thing at his gym is doing lunges for 30 minutes. We laughed at how ridiculous it was. All it does is make people hurt themselves and hate their trainers. I threatened violence if he ever pulled that shit on me.
Then we joked about it being a spin off from CrossFit. LungeFit. Later we'd see KipFit, SquatFit (I'd do that) and SnatchFit.
SnatchFit is just begging for a tshirt design. Something about fisting.
I finally went to the doctor for my sleep issues. I haven't had a satisfying night's sleep in two months. Which is ridiculous.
I think my new doctor is a keeper. The first thing he suggested was that I exercise. After I laid out my exercise history he encouraged me to start running again. He also scrolled through all the possible afflictions for "not sleeping well," reading them out loud and laughing. He kept threatening to put "African Sleeping Sickness" in my file.
We're waiting on bloodwork to see what to do next, but in the meantime he encouraged me to do some yoga stuff in the evenings to calm my shit down before going to bed.
Enter randomly searching on youtube.
Tonight I tried this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spWmuGEgnUA
I don't know how to breathe in to my arms, and I'm pretty sure the chick was Jesse Spano, but it could have been worse.
Random irrational annoyance of the day: I really hate it when people park in front of my house. It's a free country, and it's not like they're blocking ME parking anywhere. We have a driveway, and plenty of parking in our neighborhood. But it still annoys the crap out of me. Totally irrational.
What happens when a blogger dies? Would someone in their life come on and post on their blog? "Hi, I'm the friend of Cupcakes, Feces, & Badmitton. She died." Would the blog just stop, and no one would really know?
After people die, Facebook friends tend to post creepy "I miss you" posts on Facebook. So I guess people who followed someone's Facebook would be able to figure it out? And then post creepy comments "I hope you're blogging from Heaven!!!!" (since 95% of bloggers seem to believe in some form of God/Jesus/Whatever)
Which makes me want to randomly go on blogs that are slightly inactive and post creepy "I can't believe you died in a freak dildo factory explosion!" messages. Except I'm not that much of an asshole. Well, I am, but I'm lazy. Feel free to steal that idea. Or just tell people you came up with it. I don't want glory. I just want to increase the laughter in the world, man. Fuck giving the world a Coke. Can't we all just laugh more often?
Based on the comments on the last post, The Funk is pretty common. Is this something that should be talked about more? Is it talked about, but I never noticed, because I wasn't in one? Do we, as bloggers, not talk about it when we're not running, because we are running bloggers? Who the fuck knows, man. If you're in a funk right now, I'm sorry. Sucks balls, yo.
Good advice I received:
-Run sans clocks/run for the shit of it, not for time or distance. Basically, take the stress out of running. Just go out and pound some pavement without worrying about it.
-Do something else. There are like, 47 different ways to exercise (probably more). No one HAS to run. Unless it's your job. Does anyone here get paid to run? No. You don't have to run. Want to stay in shape/lose weight/gain muscle/get endorphins/have an excuse to be outside in a sweaty sports bra? Pick another sport. Roller blading is big again in LA. Maybe. Hula hooping. Weight lifting. Whatever. No one has to run. If it isn't giving you what you want from it, don't do it.
-Shake up your running. New trails. With people. Without people. In a thong. Backwards.
-Do nothing. Take a break.
Whatever. I'm not a doctor or a personal trainer. I know nothing about this shit. If you're basing your life on my advice you have bigger problems than being in a running funk.