The running thing has slowly been getting better for me. I’m not hating it like I was and now I’m running about three times a week, up from…none times. I’m thinking that’s an improvement. My long run with my group this morning was only 6 miles (since I had a Crossfit afterwards) and it felt like I was running an 8 minute mile. I felt like I was one with the wind, like nothing could hold me back. Then I felt like a jerk when I looked at my Garmin and saw I was actually running a 10 minute mile.
Running in the humidity is pure misery. It was miserable last year too but this year seems so much worse. I’m not sure if it’s because it’s actually more humid out or trying to keep up with a faster pace group is kicking me square in the lady parts. Probably both.
That’s not going to bode well for when I visit Melissa next weekend. We’re planning on running together and she’s fast. But I agreed to the run only if she promised to run slower for me, but I’m not sure she can be trusted.
You know what else kicked me in the lady parts? This workout that I did last night.
All the exercises in that workout are inconsequential. It’s the 2.5 minutes on the treadmill that will kill you. I started out at a 4.0 speed and couldn’t get my breathing under control. So my trainer lowered the speed to 3.5, which I could only handle for a few repetitions. When it was getting to be too much, I dropped to a 3.2 or 3.3. I felt dread at the end of each set of squats because I knew I had to get back on the treadmill. Dread! But then afterwards, I thought I was awesome. So try it out. This workout will raise your level of awesome exponentially.
Hubs and I also saw Ice Age 4 yesterday.
It was really cute, but the others were better and funnier in my opinion. Still worth seeing, though.
Before the movie, there was a trailer that looks like all my nightmares joining forces and coming true. It’s called The Oogieloves in the Big Balloon Adventure. I don’t know what Oogieloves are, but I almost couldn’t make it through the trailer. It was that annoying. After it was over, I felt dizzy, confused, and was all…
Then I was never happier than bunnies can’t talk. (Sorry, Pants) So, if you have young kids, just know that movie is out there. And it’s coming for you.