I feel like I dropped off the face of the earth again.
Let's start with yesterday.
Sky is still trying to lose his man boobs (as his sister I can say these things on the internet), so he came to work out with me. As punish for having to put up with Sky, my trainer devised the following:
The Workout:
x5
10 kb squat and curls
15 jumping rope slams (each one is three hops forward, three hops back, while slamming the rope)
20 wallballs
At one point I thought I couldn't breathe. And by 'one point' I mean repeatedly. It was a bam bam bam ass kicker. Writing it out, it doesn't LOOK that difficult. But, Sky and I were both dead at the end, so I wasn't just being a wuss.
I mean, I was. I made terrible food decisions yesterday which left me underfed come workout time. This was super stupid on my part. I really should know better. Lazy is not always my friend.
Okay.
When last we met....
Friday: I brought clothes to run in on Friday. But it was stupid hot, and I was lazy, so I went home after work and watched TV.
Saturday: I played football for 2 hours in 108F heat. There was a slight wind, so it was okay. I caught the ball a few times (including once with my face), so my skills appear to be improving. I also supplied water to half the people there. What kind of idiot goes to play football in the Valley and doesn't bring water? Post-football I took this picture, and I don't know why.
Saturday night I threw a going away party for my friend April, who is going to France to teach English. I had a great time. She knows wonderful people. When she posted the pictures online the next day, my first thought was "who is that teenage boy in my fridge?" It was me. Time to do more squats.
Sunday: There was a Stan Lee comic book convention in town, so of course I went. I ran (and survived) a zombie obstacle course. I may have threatened to double tap my husband and friend Anne if the zombie apocalypse does occur, because I don't want my survival hindered. I'm kind of an asshole. After the obstacle course we wandered around the floor looking at hot chicks in skimpy cosplay costumes. Good times.
Monday: I had an acupuncture appointment after work. I'm still battling sleep issues, just not as bad as before. My sleeping pills run out in 6 days, so I'm throwing noodles at the wall. Maybe it will help. Who knows. I've never had a problem with needles, and didn't really feel them sliding in to my skin. After they were removed the doctor adjusted my neck and back, which felt awesome. I had regular chiropractor appointments in high school (tl;dr: soccer fucked up my back but I refused to quit playing so I got readjusted twice a week until the season was over and then fixed) and loved them. Good times. I have another appointment tomorrow. I'm giving it time. My insurance covers it, and the odds of it doing harm are low, so hey, whatever.
My husband's brothers are in town, and his youngest brother is an amazing artist. He brought me a super late or super early birthday present:
That's stencils and spraypaint, folks. Fuck yeah.
So, there you have it. Thrilling shit, yo.
Let's start with yesterday.
Sky is still trying to lose his man boobs (as his sister I can say these things on the internet), so he came to work out with me. As punish for having to put up with Sky, my trainer devised the following:
The Workout:
x5
10 kb squat and curls
15 jumping rope slams (each one is three hops forward, three hops back, while slamming the rope)
20 wallballs
At one point I thought I couldn't breathe. And by 'one point' I mean repeatedly. It was a bam bam bam ass kicker. Writing it out, it doesn't LOOK that difficult. But, Sky and I were both dead at the end, so I wasn't just being a wuss.
I mean, I was. I made terrible food decisions yesterday which left me underfed come workout time. This was super stupid on my part. I really should know better. Lazy is not always my friend.
Okay.
When last we met....
Friday: I brought clothes to run in on Friday. But it was stupid hot, and I was lazy, so I went home after work and watched TV.
Saturday: I played football for 2 hours in 108F heat. There was a slight wind, so it was okay. I caught the ball a few times (including once with my face), so my skills appear to be improving. I also supplied water to half the people there. What kind of idiot goes to play football in the Valley and doesn't bring water? Post-football I took this picture, and I don't know why.
Saturday night I threw a going away party for my friend April, who is going to France to teach English. I had a great time. She knows wonderful people. When she posted the pictures online the next day, my first thought was "who is that teenage boy in my fridge?" It was me. Time to do more squats.
Sunday: There was a Stan Lee comic book convention in town, so of course I went. I ran (and survived) a zombie obstacle course. I may have threatened to double tap my husband and friend Anne if the zombie apocalypse does occur, because I don't want my survival hindered. I'm kind of an asshole. After the obstacle course we wandered around the floor looking at hot chicks in skimpy cosplay costumes. Good times.
Monday: I had an acupuncture appointment after work. I'm still battling sleep issues, just not as bad as before. My sleeping pills run out in 6 days, so I'm throwing noodles at the wall. Maybe it will help. Who knows. I've never had a problem with needles, and didn't really feel them sliding in to my skin. After they were removed the doctor adjusted my neck and back, which felt awesome. I had regular chiropractor appointments in high school (tl;dr: soccer fucked up my back but I refused to quit playing so I got readjusted twice a week until the season was over and then fixed) and loved them. Good times. I have another appointment tomorrow. I'm giving it time. My insurance covers it, and the odds of it doing harm are low, so hey, whatever.
My husband's brothers are in town, and his youngest brother is an amazing artist. He brought me a super late or super early birthday present:
That's stencils and spraypaint, folks. Fuck yeah.
So, there you have it. Thrilling shit, yo.
What insurance do you have?! Sounds like a sweet plan if it covers acupuncture!!!
ReplyDeleteAGGGHHHHHHH YOU DID THE ZOMBIE COURSE?!?!
ReplyDeleteI'm so pissed now that I skipped this and let my dumb husband go. Fuck.
Not all of us are so lucky to have such a rear end!
ReplyDeleteFor some reason the pic of your 'boy butt' isn't loading on my browser.....and I'm totally upset!
ReplyDeleteI pulled the picture from Facebook, so that might be the issue. There's very little butt in it, so you're not missing much.
DeleteSo now you're Marsha Brady, catching balls with your face? That didn't sound right butt you know what I mean!
ReplyDeleteLOL who is that teenage boy!! Ha. I have totally never had that problem. I love my chiropractor....but he doesn't do accu...I've had that done once, didn't notice anything special from it, but who knows maybe it will help.
ReplyDeleteThat pic from your hubby's brother is AMAZING! Super cool!
That piece of art is amazing! Hey this might sound stalker-ish, but did you recently (past 2 months?) readjust your Facebook settings? I dream of being an HR spy person (or a private investigator) and sometimes practice my internet skills on bloggers (but I shall never use my powers for evil, so don't be freaked out).
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's because of your resemblance to a teenage boy that I find you strangely attractive?
ReplyDeleteSeriously though, that picture needs to be bigger. I can't really tell what you're talking about.