It's finally Friday ya'll. Thank God. This has been the longest week of my life and I couldn't tell you why. I'm OVER this snow too. It can go back to wherever the eff it came from.
Today's focus was on legs. I would 100% rather do anything else and I mean ANYTHING. Left to my own devices I think I would be one of the sad souls with a really weird ratio of arm muscle to leg muscle. Anyways, Today I went to yoga for the first time, I went to a class at the YWCA, and it was pretty legit. I didn't hate yoga, I just wasn't a fan of SO many people and I also don't like to close my eyes in a room full of strangers. Paranoid? maybe. but I had literally JUST thought "this isn't too bad" when out of the blue, Katie (the instructor and the possessed girl on paranormal activity movies....) has her hands over my ears and is massaging my face. I h.a.t.e. people touching my face. So maybe I'll stick to yoga DVDs. My mat was near the mirror and I kept looking at myself while I was doing all the stuff (weird, I know) and I can see quite the difference in my lower half. I also looked quite a bit smaller when I was being secret squirrel and looking at myself doing kb swings. Random times I look and can see a difference and others I don't. It's like a bipolar coaster with my eyes.
Which, brings us to today's workout.
He's baaaack. Today was 45 minutes of, well. I'm not sure I have words for it. There were 1 arm kettlebell swings, and dead lifts, lunges, overhead squats, offset squats which Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I wouldn't give a hot damn if Darin got men in black'd and had his memory zapped clean of those. There were shoulder presses from a kneeling position which made them approximately 4982 times harder than they generally would be, cleans, bird dogs, and all kinds of fun packed in to 45 minutes. Really though, even if Channing Tatum himself had been the leader of that workout, I still would have wanted to kill myself. I have to be fair, it was a pretty well executed plan. though. I have to question if this wasn't a result of my week long shit talking via email about how because he didn't audibly clap during the burpees he posted on instagram, they didn't count. Which. let the record show, they don't count if you don't clap. (I'm looking at you, Starr) but well played, no doubt.
boot camp tomorrow, pending my ability to walk. Also, I love that in my last post I talked about how I hadn't been sick in a while and now I have this mess in my sinuses and upper respiratory junk. I mean, I work in a hospital but really. I forgot how miserable a runny nose/dry cough was. oh, and I've lost like 3 pounds this week, and it just hit me that I needed to update my weight in my heart rate monitor watch and wouldn't you know. I'm not burning as many calories now that my weight has gone down. That blows, but I mean. I'll take the trade any day. I just have to step up my game a little...and that starts with a good nights sleep. Which is commencing in 3...2....1....
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