The day that never ends.

Where was I at 5:45 this morning? The gym. Doing week 2, day 1 of couch to 5k. So actively dying, is the short version of the story. On the last jogging interval, the last 15 seconds I bumped my speed up to 4.0, to prove to myself I was in fact, still very much alive. Though the lady next to me probably thought I was dying haha.

Working out so early has made this the longest day of my life.

So. Today's workout with Darin started out with some shoulder presses, which I do like. Though right now my arms are pretty iffy. That was followed by a superset of dead lifts and goblet squats. It was really great, said no one ever. 3 sets of 10 each which really isn't that much because there was time period where all we did the live long day was squats, which, I'm glad that's over. Then we did this 3 exercise merry go round of alternating toe touch crunches, the hulks and lateral raises. The hulks are still my jam even though they got sketch towards the end. Then we did some more crunches. Then. He was messing with a treadmill and he was like don't worry it's not for you, but this is and pointed to the elliptical. I was really hoping it was a joke, because Friday he made a joke about doing push ups but unfortunately it wasn't. I. Hate. Ellipticals. Seriously. They're just so stupid. I think other than a step mill, they're the dumbest machine ever made. On a scale of 1 - fuck this, they're a solid I hope this machine spontaneously catches on fire. We did like 5 sprint intervals. Read this though, while I really, really wanted to be like nope, no thank you, no gracias, niet, nuh huh, and sign the word no, I didn't. I did the best I could with what I had and did the damn sprint intervals. I am not sold on the greatness of the elliptical and I really don't care if I never have to climb on another one again. Then we did some weightless shoulder stuff that I aptly named in my head "the orchestra", "catching the bus" and the other was already named peek-a-boo, which don't let the names fool you. My shoulders weren't pleased haha. I name everything. My cars name is Hank, in case anyone was wondering.

Anyways. I will also say, I did really good with food choices today. For dinner I was gonna have chicken and corn again but I didn't want it. So I decided forget it I'll make a hot pocket. Bad news is, it was freezer burnt and gross. Then I wanted soup. It was gross as well. So I toasted a piece of wheat bread and put some peanut butter on it and am calling it a night. I am exhausted and I am so ill satan himself probably can't stand me. So. With that, I'm off to sleep. Hopefully for 12 hours. Goodnight world and all 3 faithful readers of my blog.

:)