This morning, I woke up in Wallingford and proceeded to watch around 3 hours of a Hoarders marathon with my sister and her boyfriend. The sun was shining and we decided that we should stop being lazy and get outside, so we drove to a local park. Hozay broke out a frisbee and I will admit that I was quite reticent to participate. I am not what one would call "athletic."
At first, I was ready to throw in the towel because I just wasn't good. At all. After a bit more practice, though, I actually got the hang of things! We set up a triangle configuration and threw the Frisbee in a rotation between us. We kept setting goals for ourselves of how many catches we could get in a row, and made it up to 31! By the time we decided to leave, I was really enjoying myself and kind of didn't want to stop! However, it was pretty hot and I was wearing jeans that are slightly too big and they were falling down and feeling really heavy. That and Hozay had to cook the delicious meal we had later that afternoon, so it's all good.
I ended up eating a ton in the afternoon and then facing a two point five hour drive back to Dartmouth. Once I returned to the Russian, we went for a 4ish mile walk to Dunkies for coffee and conversation. Now I am back in the same position I was in only 14 hours ago: sitting in bed in front of the tv watching Hoarders. *sigh*
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Day 35: house arrest
Today was entirely torturous. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and I had to stay in my apartment until 7:30 p.m. Boo. Hiss.
In the early afternoon, Kate and I decided to be dangerous and tempted to take a walk around Ring Road. Before we could even pass the police station, someone called me to check in. For the next few hours, I was up and down the stairs a hundred times checking people in and dealing with move in stuff. Oy.
After things calmed down, I did the Cardio kickboxing warmup and 10 minute workout that I did yesterday.
Around 6, I decided enough was enough and I needed to get out of the building! I stole out on my bike and proceeded to have a really really enjoyable time. At one point, I even closed my eyes and just breathed in the delicious summer air.
I have really come to like bike riding. I am still trying to build up my endurance, but once the biking itself becomes easier, I honestly think I am going to love it.
I did anywhere between 4 and 5 miles today, doing one loop around Ring Road, through some parking lots, and spending an increased amount of time in the Dell winding through a bunch of paths. It was wholly delightful.
In the early afternoon, Kate and I decided to be dangerous and tempted to take a walk around Ring Road. Before we could even pass the police station, someone called me to check in. For the next few hours, I was up and down the stairs a hundred times checking people in and dealing with move in stuff. Oy.
After things calmed down, I did the Cardio kickboxing warmup and 10 minute workout that I did yesterday.
Around 6, I decided enough was enough and I needed to get out of the building! I stole out on my bike and proceeded to have a really really enjoyable time. At one point, I even closed my eyes and just breathed in the delicious summer air.
I have really come to like bike riding. I am still trying to build up my endurance, but once the biking itself becomes easier, I honestly think I am going to love it.
I did anywhere between 4 and 5 miles today, doing one loop around Ring Road, through some parking lots, and spending an increased amount of time in the Dell winding through a bunch of paths. It was wholly delightful.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Day 33: of locked doors & blisters
Today, I had big plans to bike over to the Campus Center & deposit a check, then proceed over to the Maple Ridge gym and get my elliptical on.
Jesus had other plans.
Both the Campus Center and the Maple Ridge gym doors were locked. Curses.
I ended up bicycling around campus. Storm clouds were looming in the distance and the wind was blowing something fierce. Revelation: if wind is blowing against you, it is also working against you. In other words: riding into the wind is hard, man! It really required some extra effort.
I felt kind of tired after the 2 mile loop around Ring Road, although I'm happy to report that I think my butt is getting used to the seat. Woohoo!
Once I got back to Aspen, I just wasn't ready to quit. I enjoyed the cool breeze and the ease of my trek [in comparison to the past two bike rides]. I ended up going down to the Dell and cycling down the walking paths, winding through all of the houses, then back up the hill and through parking lots, between buildings, around and around the gym. I'm trying to build up some muscles so I don't feel inclines as much as I do now.
While I was biking around, I ripped open the skin on my left thumb. My first biking blister. I'm so proud!
I can't wait for the day that I can make the ride to Lloyd's and not want to off myself.
After my bike stint (which ended up being around 4 miles), I rested a bit and watched Daria and then did a Cardio kickbox warm up before doing a 10 minute intensive Cardio kickbox video. Even though it was only around 10 minutes, I was legitimately sweating by the time I finished it. I'm not sure if that has to do with the lack of air circulating in my apartment, my being out of shape or the actual intensity of the video. But either way, I'm okay with it.
Jesus had other plans.
Both the Campus Center and the Maple Ridge gym doors were locked. Curses.
I ended up bicycling around campus. Storm clouds were looming in the distance and the wind was blowing something fierce. Revelation: if wind is blowing against you, it is also working against you. In other words: riding into the wind is hard, man! It really required some extra effort.
I felt kind of tired after the 2 mile loop around Ring Road, although I'm happy to report that I think my butt is getting used to the seat. Woohoo!
Once I got back to Aspen, I just wasn't ready to quit. I enjoyed the cool breeze and the ease of my trek [in comparison to the past two bike rides]. I ended up going down to the Dell and cycling down the walking paths, winding through all of the houses, then back up the hill and through parking lots, between buildings, around and around the gym. I'm trying to build up some muscles so I don't feel inclines as much as I do now.
While I was biking around, I ripped open the skin on my left thumb. My first biking blister. I'm so proud!
I can't wait for the day that I can make the ride to Lloyd's and not want to off myself.
After my bike stint (which ended up being around 4 miles), I rested a bit and watched Daria and then did a Cardio kickbox warm up before doing a 10 minute intensive Cardio kickbox video. Even though it was only around 10 minutes, I was legitimately sweating by the time I finished it. I'm not sure if that has to do with the lack of air circulating in my apartment, my being out of shape or the actual intensity of the video. But either way, I'm okay with it.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Day 32: Burnt [out]
This morning, Kate & I got up around 10 to go for another long bike ride. Today's goal? To bike to Lloyd's Center for the Environment (the place I normally go for hikes / trail running).
Total mileage for the day: around 20 miles [for me]
As soon as I got on the bike, my crotchal region protested the seat. It feels really bruised and sore. And my thigh muscles also felt really really tired. I knew it was going to be a long ride.
We took a left on Old Westport, a left on Fisher, a left on Russell Mills, a left onto Rockodundee and finally, a right onto Potomska.
Once we got to Fisher, I felt really really tired. I was biking very slowly (sorry, Kate!) because my muscles just felt like jelly. Every tiny incline in the road was incredibly taxing for me. I lived for the coasting down small hills. They felt like small victories.
When we got to Potomska, it started with a hill & and I had to walk my bike up that hill because I couldn't muster up enough energy to make it up the whole way.
I was really relieved when we got to Lloyd's. We tied our bikes up and then did a short hike to the Observation deck. This was our view:
We sat on the dock for around 20 minutes and then headed back to our bikes...just in the nick of time! As we came off the trail, three groups of noisy children headed toward the observation area. Peace out, Lloyd's!
The ride back was, for lack of a better word, torturous. I was going SO slow. We decided to take a different route back because I knew there was no way I was going to be able to make it up Old Westport Road today. Instead of going down Fisher & up Old Westport, we took a left onto Chase Road. Every muscle in my body screamed at me as I slowly made me way down Chase. I knew of a shortcut to campus at 128 Chase Road, and as I watched the mailbox numbers go by, I pep-talked myself: Okay Megan, only 400 more numbers to go and you'll be done.
I had never been so happy to see the CFPA parking lot. I walked my bike up the hill and into the Pine Dale parking lot and rode the final mile to Aspen, where I collapsed in the grass and waited for Kate, who bravely took the long way around.
Later this afternoon, I decided to go to the gym and did:
- 1 mile on the elliptical
- 10 minutes on the rowing machine
- 20 reps on three different weight machines (for arms)
While at the gym, I felt a strangely familiar pain in my shoulders. Well, shit. I have a TERRIBLE sunburn. We're talking screaming red shoulders.
So while I pushed myself to the max today and had a pretty damn good workout, I would say that today is an epic fail in many different ways.
*Sigh*
Day 31: A lesson learned
Yesterday, my Russian companion arrived at 10:30 am for my first legit bike ride of the season. I was pretty nervous about it, since she bikes around 20+ miles a day and is naturally far more athletic than I am, but I pulled out my bike in high spirits.
Round trip, our bike ride was 17.5 miles.
We took a left out of campus, went down Old Westport Road all the way to Drift Road, which is in Westport, down to Charlotte White, across Rt. 88 and then down two more streets.
The weather was absolutely beautiful. We could not have asked for a better bike riding day.
Some of the hills kicked my ass a little bit on the way there. When we got to Charlotte White, I had to hop off my bike for some water and cut through a parking lot because we were on a really gradual, long hill and I didn't have the stamina for it. But we finally made it to the Starfish Bakery!
Unfortunately, I had neglected to eat breakfast that morning. While I felt pretty alright on the entire bike ride, I definitely knew I needed to eat as soon as we got to the cafe. More unfortunately, as soon as we stopped riding, I felt horribly horribly sick. I wanted to curl up in a ball. I was keeled over in my seat. The thought of eating made me feel nauseous. It was like a terrible hangover. At one point, we thought that Kate might have to go back and get the car and then come pick me up, but I decided to push myself.
As soon as we got back on the bikes, I felt fine (which is pretty bizarre). The ride back was slow but not too difficult. It was definitely the right amount of challenge for my body. Old Westport Road was a bitch, though. It just keeps going up. And up. And up. For miles. When we reached Thirsty Crow (right before the final stretch of the hill) we stopped and went in to look at the wares. When we left there, I was able to go right up the hill with a burst of energy.
When we entered the campus, I was feeling SO good about myself. I felt totally energetic and ready to take on the world of biking. Kate's encouragement, coupled with my own sense of satisfaction, pushed me to want to go around Ring Road again for extra miles.
Later that evening, we took a 4 mile walk down to Dunkin Donuts for some iced coffee. It was super pleasant.
I am definitely starting to FEEL more in shape, regardless of whether or not I am. That's got to mean something!
Moral of the story: Always eat breakfast. Especially when you're going to get your work out on.
Round trip, our bike ride was 17.5 miles.
We took a left out of campus, went down Old Westport Road all the way to Drift Road, which is in Westport, down to Charlotte White, across Rt. 88 and then down two more streets.
The weather was absolutely beautiful. We could not have asked for a better bike riding day.
Some of the hills kicked my ass a little bit on the way there. When we got to Charlotte White, I had to hop off my bike for some water and cut through a parking lot because we were on a really gradual, long hill and I didn't have the stamina for it. But we finally made it to the Starfish Bakery!
Unfortunately, I had neglected to eat breakfast that morning. While I felt pretty alright on the entire bike ride, I definitely knew I needed to eat as soon as we got to the cafe. More unfortunately, as soon as we stopped riding, I felt horribly horribly sick. I wanted to curl up in a ball. I was keeled over in my seat. The thought of eating made me feel nauseous. It was like a terrible hangover. At one point, we thought that Kate might have to go back and get the car and then come pick me up, but I decided to push myself.
As soon as we got back on the bikes, I felt fine (which is pretty bizarre). The ride back was slow but not too difficult. It was definitely the right amount of challenge for my body. Old Westport Road was a bitch, though. It just keeps going up. And up. And up. For miles. When we reached Thirsty Crow (right before the final stretch of the hill) we stopped and went in to look at the wares. When we left there, I was able to go right up the hill with a burst of energy.
When we entered the campus, I was feeling SO good about myself. I felt totally energetic and ready to take on the world of biking. Kate's encouragement, coupled with my own sense of satisfaction, pushed me to want to go around Ring Road again for extra miles.
Later that evening, we took a 4 mile walk down to Dunkin Donuts for some iced coffee. It was super pleasant.
I am definitely starting to FEEL more in shape, regardless of whether or not I am. That's got to mean something!
Moral of the story: Always eat breakfast. Especially when you're going to get your work out on.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Day 30: Moving up, indeed
Yesterday, I awoke at the crack of 10 am and began the torturous process of loading my car down four flights of stairs on my lonesome. It took me over an hour and let's just say I was pretty much drenched by the time I was done. I never realized how much of a workout moving is. Not to mention that it was nearly 80 degrees, which made it a bit more trying.
After I loaded my car up, I met my parents at Aspen (my new home) and started moving my car full of stuff upstairs in addition to their car full of stuff upstairs. Let me just say that I feel like I have upgraded from the Moby Dick Motel to the Hilton. I LOVE my new apartment. I love all four of its bedrooms and how clean it is (thanks, Dad!) and how everything in it is mine and I don't have to worry about shitty roommates. I like knowing that everything will be where I left it.
Of course, I will love it more once I can feed all of my friends and hang out with them and invite them to crash in one of my "guest" rooms. This is an open invitation right here, right now. Come keep me company!
Anyway.
After lugging all of that stuff upstairs, we took a short lunch break and went back to Roberts to load up the cars AGAIN. Due to my organizational skills, I had separated out the things that were going back to West Springfield and the things going to Aspen, so we loaded up my parents' car with the things going to WS and my car with things going the mile across campus. Both cars were pretty packed. I am ashamed by the amount of possessions I own. I am going to try to whittle them down by using them over the summer, I swear!
In between moving, I made a jigsaw puzzle out of my room by trying to maneuver the crazy furniture around so I could make sure the floor was clean and also accommodate the girl who is going to have the room next year!
Once everything was moved in, I spent the next 3 to 4 hours putting things in their proper place and cleaning and organizing. I'm happy to say that my apartment is now pretty much in working order! I just have a few more dishes to run through the dishwasher and I'm good! I also went to Super Walmart with Kate & installed a new router so I can have wireless (yay!)
All in all, I must say it was a very productive and sweaty day. I wish I could just live here forever.
Thanks again Mom & Dad for coming down to help me for the 8millionth time with moving. I bet you can't wait to do it again in 10 weeks <3
After I loaded my car up, I met my parents at Aspen (my new home) and started moving my car full of stuff upstairs in addition to their car full of stuff upstairs. Let me just say that I feel like I have upgraded from the Moby Dick Motel to the Hilton. I LOVE my new apartment. I love all four of its bedrooms and how clean it is (thanks, Dad!) and how everything in it is mine and I don't have to worry about shitty roommates. I like knowing that everything will be where I left it.
Of course, I will love it more once I can feed all of my friends and hang out with them and invite them to crash in one of my "guest" rooms. This is an open invitation right here, right now. Come keep me company!
Anyway.
After lugging all of that stuff upstairs, we took a short lunch break and went back to Roberts to load up the cars AGAIN. Due to my organizational skills, I had separated out the things that were going back to West Springfield and the things going to Aspen, so we loaded up my parents' car with the things going to WS and my car with things going the mile across campus. Both cars were pretty packed. I am ashamed by the amount of possessions I own. I am going to try to whittle them down by using them over the summer, I swear!
In between moving, I made a jigsaw puzzle out of my room by trying to maneuver the crazy furniture around so I could make sure the floor was clean and also accommodate the girl who is going to have the room next year!
Once everything was moved in, I spent the next 3 to 4 hours putting things in their proper place and cleaning and organizing. I'm happy to say that my apartment is now pretty much in working order! I just have a few more dishes to run through the dishwasher and I'm good! I also went to Super Walmart with Kate & installed a new router so I can have wireless (yay!)
All in all, I must say it was a very productive and sweaty day. I wish I could just live here forever.
Thanks again Mom & Dad for coming down to help me for the 8millionth time with moving. I bet you can't wait to do it again in 10 weeks <3
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Days 28 & 29: Movin on up
Yesterday was a busy but fun day!
I worked from 8 to 12, went to lunch at 12:15 then got ready and headed down to Retha's to help set up for the tea party.
We moved her dinner table outside and indulged in a decadent afternoon of sunshine, brownie cheesecake, strawberry tartlets and other such finger foods. Good company and good times!
After that, I headed up to my suites and began the irritating process of stripping my walls. I then began to start packing my room, at which point I became consumed with nostalgia and decided to call it a night.
This morning, I went to breakfast at 10:30 and came back to my room and got right to the grindstone. My room is glaringly empty right now. I decided to move all of the things that were packed into the empty room to my left. I have about 8 boxes packed and a bunch of random things (like shelves, etc) all ready to go. Pretty much the only things I have left to pack are clothes and the things I plan on using in the next two days.
I packed for about 3 hours straight and definitely got a pretty decent workout, so I decided to take it a step further and head over to the Maple Ridge gym. Especially since I'm going out for a final dinner with my staff members and then over to Piper Beau's tonight to drink with my Wareham bffs, I know I definitely need to burn off some extra calories.
I did 2 miles on the elliptical and one on the treadmill. It's a really humid day out, so the MR gym (which doesn't have much ventilation) was pretty stifling. I was definitely glad to get the hell out of there. Now I'm going to go ahead and take a shower and prepare myself for the night'o'fun ahead.
Two days until I move to Aspen. What a work out that will be! And I'll soon be equipped with my bike and about 20 seconds away from the UMD gym. I'm okay with it. But I will miss my room. And my staff.
I worked from 8 to 12, went to lunch at 12:15 then got ready and headed down to Retha's to help set up for the tea party.
We moved her dinner table outside and indulged in a decadent afternoon of sunshine, brownie cheesecake, strawberry tartlets and other such finger foods. Good company and good times!
After that, I headed up to my suites and began the irritating process of stripping my walls. I then began to start packing my room, at which point I became consumed with nostalgia and decided to call it a night.
This morning, I went to breakfast at 10:30 and came back to my room and got right to the grindstone. My room is glaringly empty right now. I decided to move all of the things that were packed into the empty room to my left. I have about 8 boxes packed and a bunch of random things (like shelves, etc) all ready to go. Pretty much the only things I have left to pack are clothes and the things I plan on using in the next two days.
I packed for about 3 hours straight and definitely got a pretty decent workout, so I decided to take it a step further and head over to the Maple Ridge gym. Especially since I'm going out for a final dinner with my staff members and then over to Piper Beau's tonight to drink with my Wareham bffs, I know I definitely need to burn off some extra calories.
I did 2 miles on the elliptical and one on the treadmill. It's a really humid day out, so the MR gym (which doesn't have much ventilation) was pretty stifling. I was definitely glad to get the hell out of there. Now I'm going to go ahead and take a shower and prepare myself for the night'o'fun ahead.
Two days until I move to Aspen. What a work out that will be! And I'll soon be equipped with my bike and about 20 seconds away from the UMD gym. I'm okay with it. But I will miss my room. And my staff.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Day 27: Lucy Little Loop
Today, I had a 1.5 hour period of time between dinner and duty, so my fellow staffmembers (Elena & Laura B.) and I decided to walk the same loop Olivia and I walked from Old Westport to Lucy Little to Chase to Old Westport.
It was absolutely beautiful outside. The sun was shining, there was a sweet breeze and the temperature was warm but not too warm.
We knew we had to walk briskly because the loop is a bit over 7 miles and we didn't have much time. We hustled along, mostly in single file because Dartmouth unfortunately is not home to many sidewalks.
The walk was pleasant and mild. It wasn't very strenuous, but I was getting antsy by the time we reached Chase Road, which is the longest stretch of the loop. By the time we made it to Chase, I only had about 30 minutes to get back to campus and knew that it wouldn't be possible for me to make my deadline. Luckily, working at the CFPA had given me an in on a secret path that leads from Chase Road to the back of Pine Dale. So Elena and Laura continued on bravely and I cut up the front lawn, into the woods and into Roberts.
After that, I ended up whipping out all of my walkthroughs for all of my rooms.
It has been a long and tiring day. I am hoping to hit the gym tomorrow, but I have a pretty full schedule: work 8 to 12, dumpster diving date with Kristin, tea party at Retha's at 3, dinner at 5 and duty at 7:30. During duty, I'm not allowed to leave the building, but I'm going to have to strip all of the walls in my halls (which might break a sweat) and then I will settle down and have a rousing evening full of 30 Rock. Sounds good to me.
It was absolutely beautiful outside. The sun was shining, there was a sweet breeze and the temperature was warm but not too warm.
We knew we had to walk briskly because the loop is a bit over 7 miles and we didn't have much time. We hustled along, mostly in single file because Dartmouth unfortunately is not home to many sidewalks.
The walk was pleasant and mild. It wasn't very strenuous, but I was getting antsy by the time we reached Chase Road, which is the longest stretch of the loop. By the time we made it to Chase, I only had about 30 minutes to get back to campus and knew that it wouldn't be possible for me to make my deadline. Luckily, working at the CFPA had given me an in on a secret path that leads from Chase Road to the back of Pine Dale. So Elena and Laura continued on bravely and I cut up the front lawn, into the woods and into Roberts.
After that, I ended up whipping out all of my walkthroughs for all of my rooms.
It has been a long and tiring day. I am hoping to hit the gym tomorrow, but I have a pretty full schedule: work 8 to 12, dumpster diving date with Kristin, tea party at Retha's at 3, dinner at 5 and duty at 7:30. During duty, I'm not allowed to leave the building, but I'm going to have to strip all of the walls in my halls (which might break a sweat) and then I will settle down and have a rousing evening full of 30 Rock. Sounds good to me.
Backtrack to Day 25
Thanks to Olivia for a delightful guest blog! I miss her dearly already!
Skipping back to Day 25, I will have you know that Olivia and I trekked to Lloyd's Center for the Environment to do some trail-walking. Since Olivia had never been there before, I let her pick our course of travel!
Map of Lloyd's:
We began on West Swamp trail and meandered off onto Chaypee Trail and then back up to the main campus. On our way, we discovered a little side path and decided to follow it. To our delight, it lead us right down to the shore of Slocum River with a clear view of Cuttyhunk Island. The shore was a bit on the rocky side, but we cut up the shore a little bit and discovered that Lloyd's has its own dock with built in benches. We vowed not only to return with picnic lunches but also to bring our mothers to such a place because we decided they would enjoy the beautiful scenery and quiet atmosphere.
After we finished our first loop, we decided to do my personal favorite: Hardscrabble Loop, which circles the parameter of the entire reserve. We did it backwards from the way I normally go, which kept the trail interesting because I didn't really have a sense of bearing.
By the time we finished, we had only hiked around 3 miles, but it was nearly 7 and I had to be on duty for 7:30, so alas, our journey ended there.
But mark my words, it is not the last of many adventures at Lloyd's!
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Day 26: Olivia tells her tale
Hey Megan's Readers!
I've hi-jacked the blog in celebration of our final gym excursion of the school year. That's right, three months until I step on a treadmill or glide on an elliptical near our blogging friend. I really don't know what I'm going to do without our daily omelet ... and workout.
Megan and I both admitted to each other today that neither of us would go to the gym as frequently if it wasn't for the other one going. Seriously - I could barely drag myself out of bed for my 9:30 and 11 AM classes for most of this semester but because Megan was waiting for me at the gym I was able to get my sorry behind there everyday by 7. The logic? Class doesn't wait for me and Megan does.
So how are we going to stay motivated while apart? What's going to stop one of us from eating bags and bags of bagel chips (that's right Megan, I've told them your secret)? Well my motivation only needs two words: Shape Goal. Those two simple words are going to make all the difference. My shape goal is to actually be a little more shapeless by the end of the summer. Over the last two years of college I have found myself carrying an extra tire around my midsection that I just don't think I need - if I get a flat I'll just call AAA. My goal is to be without that tire by the next gym trip Megan and I take together.
But of course, all goals require us to step in it's general direction and that is what I did today with Megan. After a few days without exercise (curse you finals) and full of bad foods (curse you finals), Megan and I finally made our way over to the gym. We rowed for ten minutes, having learned from our first attempt that rowing and talking compliment each other perfectly and after, with sore butts and shoulders, moved to the elliptical.
The moment I began to glide I knew I wasn't in this for the long haul: my calves ached, I was sweaty, and worst of all I didn't have my iPod. Having Bonnie Tyler singing "Holding Out for a Hero" while I work on the elliptical has become a bit of requirement for me - she motivates me and focuses me on something other than the miles: Men. Nothing is better at motivating me than the thought of something masculine. And just when I was about to give up before even finishing my first quarter mile, I looked up and saw the view: Two delicious looking guys running on the treadmills before us. I managed to work through the mile even without Bonnie.
I gave up after that mile regardless of the testosterone in front of me and went over to the stationary bike. It's ridiculous how easy the bike is. Five minute miles. As I hit the first mile mark I began to muse over the easiness of this bike. It went something like this: Seriously? Why can't someone make a machine that's as effective as the elliptical but as noncommittal as the bike? And, most importantly, why can't someone make Taco Bell less appetizing or at least make it a weight loss must have? Just sayin'. Some changes need to be made.
Then we were done. Our last workout ended pretty quickly and I'm a little sad to be without this routine for the summer. I'm going to run everyday with my best friend and bike to work so that when I finally get back here Megan won't be running too many circles around me.
That's all for now kids!
Happy Summer,
Olivia
Check out a little Bonnie action (thank you '80's for the best vid ever): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7f_HsjpSVaI
I've hi-jacked the blog in celebration of our final gym excursion of the school year. That's right, three months until I step on a treadmill or glide on an elliptical near our blogging friend. I really don't know what I'm going to do without our daily omelet ... and workout.
Megan and I both admitted to each other today that neither of us would go to the gym as frequently if it wasn't for the other one going. Seriously - I could barely drag myself out of bed for my 9:30 and 11 AM classes for most of this semester but because Megan was waiting for me at the gym I was able to get my sorry behind there everyday by 7. The logic? Class doesn't wait for me and Megan does.
So how are we going to stay motivated while apart? What's going to stop one of us from eating bags and bags of bagel chips (that's right Megan, I've told them your secret)? Well my motivation only needs two words: Shape Goal. Those two simple words are going to make all the difference. My shape goal is to actually be a little more shapeless by the end of the summer. Over the last two years of college I have found myself carrying an extra tire around my midsection that I just don't think I need - if I get a flat I'll just call AAA. My goal is to be without that tire by the next gym trip Megan and I take together.
But of course, all goals require us to step in it's general direction and that is what I did today with Megan. After a few days without exercise (curse you finals) and full of bad foods (curse you finals), Megan and I finally made our way over to the gym. We rowed for ten minutes, having learned from our first attempt that rowing and talking compliment each other perfectly and after, with sore butts and shoulders, moved to the elliptical.
The moment I began to glide I knew I wasn't in this for the long haul: my calves ached, I was sweaty, and worst of all I didn't have my iPod. Having Bonnie Tyler singing "Holding Out for a Hero" while I work on the elliptical has become a bit of requirement for me - she motivates me and focuses me on something other than the miles: Men. Nothing is better at motivating me than the thought of something masculine. And just when I was about to give up before even finishing my first quarter mile, I looked up and saw the view: Two delicious looking guys running on the treadmills before us. I managed to work through the mile even without Bonnie.
I gave up after that mile regardless of the testosterone in front of me and went over to the stationary bike. It's ridiculous how easy the bike is. Five minute miles. As I hit the first mile mark I began to muse over the easiness of this bike. It went something like this: Seriously? Why can't someone make a machine that's as effective as the elliptical but as noncommittal as the bike? And, most importantly, why can't someone make Taco Bell less appetizing or at least make it a weight loss must have? Just sayin'. Some changes need to be made.
Then we were done. Our last workout ended pretty quickly and I'm a little sad to be without this routine for the summer. I'm going to run everyday with my best friend and bike to work so that when I finally get back here Megan won't be running too many circles around me.
That's all for now kids!
Happy Summer,
Olivia
Check out a little Bonnie action (thank you '80's for the best vid ever): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7f_HsjpSVaI
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Day 24: back to the mill
Yesterday morning (I seem to be falling into a habit of updating one day after the fact. I'm going to work on that) Olivia and I resumed our practice of going back to the gym.
I was not terribly thrilled to face my arch enemy, the treadmill. After so much time NOT being on the treadmill, I think I have to start the couch to 5k over again. Because, let's face it: there has been a whole lotta couch and no k in the last week or so.
I was feeling really lethargic so I ended up only doing one mile on the treadmill. Then I hopped over to the elliptical and did 2 miles.
It was really hot in there. The windows don't really open and there is no air conditioning. Unfortunately, the regular gym is closed ont he weekends, so we don't have a choice. I'm pretty excited to have my bike on campus so I can go around the area when I don't have anything else to do.
Now if I could just find another job for the summer, I'll be all set! Waitressing is actually a pretty good form of exercise...in constraint and in general. I bet if I wore my pedometer to one shift, I would end up easily walking 3 miles. Gotta look into finding a job. STAT.
This afternoon, going to Lloyd's for a walk with Olivia. I'm excited to introduce her to the area. It's so beautiful. And it's beautiful out. Should make for a very pleasant excursion!
I was not terribly thrilled to face my arch enemy, the treadmill. After so much time NOT being on the treadmill, I think I have to start the couch to 5k over again. Because, let's face it: there has been a whole lotta couch and no k in the last week or so.
I was feeling really lethargic so I ended up only doing one mile on the treadmill. Then I hopped over to the elliptical and did 2 miles.
It was really hot in there. The windows don't really open and there is no air conditioning. Unfortunately, the regular gym is closed ont he weekends, so we don't have a choice. I'm pretty excited to have my bike on campus so I can go around the area when I don't have anything else to do.
Now if I could just find another job for the summer, I'll be all set! Waitressing is actually a pretty good form of exercise...in constraint and in general. I bet if I wore my pedometer to one shift, I would end up easily walking 3 miles. Gotta look into finding a job. STAT.
This afternoon, going to Lloyd's for a walk with Olivia. I'm excited to introduce her to the area. It's so beautiful. And it's beautiful out. Should make for a very pleasant excursion!
Friday, May 14, 2010
Day 24: call of duty
And I don't mean the video game. Nor do I mean the bodily function (Dad!).
I mean duty as in RA duty. As in walking rounds.
Now, I've always wondered how much I end up walking when I'm on duty. On Friday night, we are on duty from 7:30 p.m. to 2 a.m. and end up doing around 4 rounds.
Here is a top view of the building (there are 4 floors): 
On our second round of the evening, I strapped on my pedometer and decided to test it out. Bobby guessed around .7 mi and I guessed one mile.
In the end, the total mileage walked per round is around 1 mile. Score. That means that I have successfully walked 4 miles this evening.
It also means this is a huge cop out.
Good thing I have plans with Olivia to hit the gym tomorrow morning at 10:30 before I start feeling really bad about myself.
Day 23: the ring
Okay, you caught me.
I've been slacking off a bit in the workout department.
Dear blog followers, I am ashamed that I have let my life get in the way of my dreams. I am letting myself down. And what's worse! - I am also letting you down! You who have my best interest at heart, who offer me advice, who loyally hang on my every word. I am sorry.
Anyway.
I'd like to blame the fact that I've been working a whole lot and don't have time to exercise, but that's not entirely true. I mean, it IS true that I'm working a lot, but I have also stopped prioritizing exercise and opting for social activities instead.
Yesterday was one of those days.
I worked from 8 to 2 then met up with the immigrant for lunch and then Addie picked me up and we went to downtown New Bedford for gallery openings and free wine. Mostly free wine. The art was just a bonus prize.
Anyway, Kate and I ended up going for a walk around the ring (nearly 2 miles) before my evening of indulgence. So while the day wasn't entirely a bust, it definitely didn't get me sweating and feeling good.
This is what the campus looks like from above. It's pretty sexy: 
I will try to be better soon.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Day 22: damn rocks
Man, today has been a really long day. My work schedule has become pretty crazy, so unfortunately, Olivia and I won't be able to continue our morning gym schedule. I'm not very happy about it, but such is life.
Today, I worked from 9 to 5 and then rushed to dinner and then met my buddies Lisa BFF and Tim at 
.
. Although I went into the experience with an open mind and a desire to challenge myself [and maybe even a little bit of excitement!] I started to feel nervous as soon as we entered the place. This is what it looks like: 
... and it doesn't even begin to do this place justice. I mean, this is one of the world's largest indoor climbing facilities. There must be millions of those little holds speckling every surface in this 100 foot tall warehouse. It's insane.
... and it doesn't even begin to do this place justice. I mean, this is one of the world's largest indoor climbing facilities. There must be millions of those little holds speckling every surface in this 100 foot tall warehouse. It's insane. When I was in there, I felt like I was in an episode of "Honey, I Shrunk The Kids" and I was staring up at something all stuck with chewed gum. It was a strange experience.
Tim and Lisa helped harness me up and put on some rock climbing shoes. All of that shit was SO tight. My feet were aching by the time I finally took the shoes off and the harness cut right through my inner thigh fat. Awesome.
Now, Lisa used to be a rock climbing instructor and Tim is a seasoned rock climber. Both of them hiked the Appalachian Trail. My point here is that they are mega athletes and I'm Daria.
Tim was kind enough to belay me and Lisa and I started climbing a speed wall. The holds had pockets in them and were easy to grip. When I stepped onto the first holds, I was like Sweet, this is easier than I thought! And then I looked up and realized I had to somehow get my foot up to it. Not so easy anymore.
I got stuck for a few minutes, but the encouragement of my friends motivated me to hoist myself up to two more holds before I finally felt legit stuck. I couldn't fathom how my body was supposed to get to the space above me. I also didn't want to waste any more of Tim's time, when he could be out there bouldering. So I had him lower me down and I proceeded to do two miles on the elliptical and watch in awe as the muscly men scurried up gigantic boulders. Assholes.
Listen, body: I'm getting real fed up. It just isn't fair. Why can't you have great balance and strength and agility? Why can't you trust yourself? Why do you suck?
Grade for the day: F. As in failure.
Til tomorrow!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Day 21: merrily merrily merrily merrily...
Today I resumed my regularly scheduled programming after a two day hiatus. Olivia and I opted for something new & fancy and decided to head over to the REAL gym at UMD!
Seeing as it was 7 a.m. and people were probably a) still up from last night working on assignments [fie, procrastinators!] b) still up from last night wasted or c) still down from last night wasted, there was nary a soul getting his/her workout on. We were definitely okay with it.
As we are both sniffly, we also chose a light workout with minimal cardio.
We first took on the rowing machine:
and rowed our boats gently down the stream for a good 2 miles.
Following this, we did some weight training. I have three machines that I am particularly fond of. Last summer, my arms started looking pretty shapely after having used them for three months. Today, I found myself struggling to complete 2 sets of 10 with 20 pounds on them.
Our journey ended with Olivia on the elliptical and myself pedaling for 2 miles on a bike with a resistance of 8 (for the first mile) and then 6.
All in all, it was a very low impact day. I didn't feel as sweaty and breathless as I normally do. And I definitely didn't feel like I deserved the omelette I desired. But I ate it anyway.
Tomorrow, I am losing my rock climbing virginity. Never fear, however - I'll use protection!
Seeing as it was 7 a.m. and people were probably a) still up from last night working on assignments [fie, procrastinators!] b) still up from last night wasted or c) still down from last night wasted, there was nary a soul getting his/her workout on. We were definitely okay with it.
As we are both sniffly, we also chose a light workout with minimal cardio.
We first took on the rowing machine:
and rowed our boats gently down the stream for a good 2 miles.
Following this, we did some weight training. I have three machines that I am particularly fond of. Last summer, my arms started looking pretty shapely after having used them for three months. Today, I found myself struggling to complete 2 sets of 10 with 20 pounds on them.
Our journey ended with Olivia on the elliptical and myself pedaling for 2 miles on a bike with a resistance of 8 (for the first mile) and then 6.
All in all, it was a very low impact day. I didn't feel as sweaty and breathless as I normally do. And I definitely didn't feel like I deserved the omelette I desired. But I ate it anyway.
Tomorrow, I am losing my rock climbing virginity. Never fear, however - I'll use protection!
Monday, May 10, 2010
Days 20 & 21: mixing it up
I hope you enjoyed my father's post as much as I did!
For the last two days, I haven't exercised in a standard fashion for a few reasons: a) my days have been pretty booked and b) i now have a cold and can't really breathe through my face.
However, during this down time, I found some creative ways to be recreational -
Exercised my elbow: My father was correct in his predictions that my elbow would be getting a work out, lifting all of those drinks to my mouth. It was tough, but I obviously had to celebrate my sister's day of birth.
Exercised my mind: That's right. I started reading "Mrs. Dalloway" by Virginia Woolf. My brain muscles hurt.
Exercised my fingers: I spent many an hour practicing the piano. My fingers were pretty out of shape. I'm going to have to start a regimen for them, as well.
Exercised my sense of indulgence: I took a delightful bath and slept in and ate well and had some retail therapy time with my mom.
Exercised my sympathy: Visited my sister's exboyfriend who took a nasty spill over a 700 foot cliff. It was super sad to see him lain up in bed :(
Exercised my organizational skills: Since I'm moving into an apartment with a full kitchen in a few weeks, I took everything I own from my last apartments and unpacked all of it, went through it, and then repacked everything I'm taking with me. It was quite an ordeal.
So there you have it, folks! I haven't entirely been super lazy. I also haven't been as active as normal, but getting sick is certainly an indication that my body needs [needed] a bit of a break/
It's back to the gym tomorrow!
For the last two days, I haven't exercised in a standard fashion for a few reasons: a) my days have been pretty booked and b) i now have a cold and can't really breathe through my face.
However, during this down time, I found some creative ways to be recreational -
Exercised my elbow: My father was correct in his predictions that my elbow would be getting a work out, lifting all of those drinks to my mouth. It was tough, but I obviously had to celebrate my sister's day of birth.
Exercised my mind: That's right. I started reading "Mrs. Dalloway" by Virginia Woolf. My brain muscles hurt.
Exercised my fingers: I spent many an hour practicing the piano. My fingers were pretty out of shape. I'm going to have to start a regimen for them, as well.
Exercised my sense of indulgence: I took a delightful bath and slept in and ate well and had some retail therapy time with my mom.
Exercised my sympathy: Visited my sister's exboyfriend who took a nasty spill over a 700 foot cliff. It was super sad to see him lain up in bed :(
Exercised my organizational skills: Since I'm moving into an apartment with a full kitchen in a few weeks, I took everything I own from my last apartments and unpacked all of it, went through it, and then repacked everything I'm taking with me. It was quite an ordeal.
So there you have it, folks! I haven't entirely been super lazy. I also haven't been as active as normal, but getting sick is certainly an indication that my body needs [needed] a bit of a break/
It's back to the gym tomorrow!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Day 19: hacked!
Todays post is being written by Mugsy's's father.
In the brief period of daylight Mugsy saw today she, Becca , and myself rode bikes 5 miles around a reservoir in Holyoke, Ma. My bike:
Well... not exactly... mine is about 40-50 yrs old covered w/dust, cobwebs, grass, and now goose crap! When I pulled it out today both tires were completely flat and I had to pray (yeah right) that they would hold their air so I didn't end up in the same trouble as the legal immigrant had. (has anyone verified her legality?)
Anyway, Becca's boyfriend, Hozay, ran the entire way (sucker!) (but impressive nonetheless).
I had no trouble with leg fatigue, however I hate the ridiculous posture you assume while riding a bike (hunchback of Notre Dame).
Enough about me, my wife, Megan's adoptive mother has done squat for exercise today- I know thats not really relevant but I felt like mentioning it, & because this is a blog, anything goes- I mean do you really believe the fantasies Meg writes? This morning until 2:30 PM the most movement she did was rolling over in bed! Now that Megan is done with school we expect big things from her (no, not her butt). Truthfully I am impressed that this is day#-whatever it is- and she's still keeping it up, I've never lasted this long with any exercise regimen.
I've talked to Mugsy to see if we can hire a private eye to shadow that young foreigner from Eastern Europe to see if she really does all the miles she claims to-awfully suspicious...
Well tonight Mugs has a very ambitious workout planned for herself- yes, I fear her elbow will be having a really stressful evening. (Becca's birthday celebration)
Gotta go, but I will be monitoring this site for reality so, if necessary I will hack in and let you know THE TRUTH.
adios amigos,
Senor
In the brief period of daylight Mugsy saw today she, Becca , and myself rode bikes 5 miles around a reservoir in Holyoke, Ma. My bike:
Well... not exactly... mine is about 40-50 yrs old covered w/dust, cobwebs, grass, and now goose crap! When I pulled it out today both tires were completely flat and I had to pray (yeah right) that they would hold their air so I didn't end up in the same trouble as the legal immigrant had. (has anyone verified her legality?)
Anyway, Becca's boyfriend, Hozay, ran the entire way (sucker!) (but impressive nonetheless).
I had no trouble with leg fatigue, however I hate the ridiculous posture you assume while riding a bike (hunchback of Notre Dame).
Enough about me, my wife, Megan's adoptive mother has done squat for exercise today- I know thats not really relevant but I felt like mentioning it, & because this is a blog, anything goes- I mean do you really believe the fantasies Meg writes? This morning until 2:30 PM the most movement she did was rolling over in bed! Now that Megan is done with school we expect big things from her (no, not her butt). Truthfully I am impressed that this is day#-whatever it is- and she's still keeping it up, I've never lasted this long with any exercise regimen.
I've talked to Mugsy to see if we can hire a private eye to shadow that young foreigner from Eastern Europe to see if she really does all the miles she claims to-awfully suspicious...
Well tonight Mugs has a very ambitious workout planned for herself- yes, I fear her elbow will be having a really stressful evening. (Becca's birthday celebration)
Gotta go, but I will be monitoring this site for reality so, if necessary I will hack in and let you know THE TRUTH.
adios amigos,
Senor
Day 18: more than
I didn't have a chance to update yesterday because I was running around (not literally) like a crazy person. I didn't get back to West Springfield until 3 a.m. and then promptly passed out and stayed in this state until 2 p.m. I also think I'm getting sick, which is super lame.
ANYWAY.
On Thursday, after my final staff meeting of the year [ :( ], Laura B. asked me to go for a walk with her and we ended up doing a 6 mile loop before calling it a night.
At 7 a.m. I got up and went to the gym with Olivia. I decided I couldn't tolerate the treadmill and ended up doing 2 miles on the elliptical, instead.
Last night I had an uber fat night! I just don't get it. I've been working out every single day and eating way more healthy than I was for the entire semester and I somehow feel worse? I'm not sure how I didn't start working out earlier, based on my feelings towards my bod.
I wish I could see immediate results to keep me motivated. But right now, my motivation happens to be that I can't stand looking at myself in the mirror.
This just in: googled to see "how long before results from working out / eating right?"
Answer:
I'm not looking forward to going back to my dorm, as my ENTIRE BED is covered with discarded shirts that I decided looked disgusting as I tried them all on.
My fat day called back and I'm not sure I can hang up this time...
ANYWAY.
On Thursday, after my final staff meeting of the year [ :( ], Laura B. asked me to go for a walk with her and we ended up doing a 6 mile loop before calling it a night.
At 7 a.m. I got up and went to the gym with Olivia. I decided I couldn't tolerate the treadmill and ended up doing 2 miles on the elliptical, instead.
Last night I had an uber fat night! I just don't get it. I've been working out every single day and eating way more healthy than I was for the entire semester and I somehow feel worse? I'm not sure how I didn't start working out earlier, based on my feelings towards my bod.
I wish I could see immediate results to keep me motivated. But right now, my motivation happens to be that I can't stand looking at myself in the mirror.
This just in: googled to see "how long before results from working out / eating right?"
Answer:
There is some justice: the longer you exercise, the easier it will be to make changes to your shape. That said, results are different for everyone. It’s a complex equation of existing muscles, your natural build, metabolism, fat distribution and many other factors. You actually do get an immediate health boost from exercise, but let’s be honest: how many are really after that? Most of us give up on exercise after a few weeks or even a few days because we don’t see the desired physical results. People like the aforementioned young lady are rare; most of us have to put in months before seeing any real improvement.
The point is, if you’re asking that question – how long before I see results – the answer is almost always: much longer than you want. Hang in there; change will happen. We all want to look good, and many of us want or need to lose weight. Those are healthy and admirable goals. But while exercise can and does help with these goals, at the end of the day, we’ve got to realign our thinking and remember that exercise, more than anything, is just a necessity for health, and despite what the marketers would have us feel, that is reason enough.
I'm not looking forward to going back to my dorm, as my ENTIRE BED is covered with discarded shirts that I decided looked disgusting as I tried them all on.
My fat day called back and I'm not sure I can hang up this time...
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Day 17: stronger
Last night, I went for a 4 mile walk with my b.b.g. and then stayed up until 3 a.m. working on my graphic design portfolio. Needless to say, there was no way I was getting up at 7 to go to the gym. Instead, I opted for a 2.5 mile with Miss Olivia at dusk.
It was absolutely beautiful out. Perfect temperature. Perfect breeze. Perfect, indeed.
While on our walk, our conversation turned to two interesting things: fat days & dressing to fit your body.
It's amazing to me how one's appearance can change so drastically simply by changing clothes. I started off the day in a pretty normal outfit and felt confident in it and in the way I looked. As soon I put on my stretch pants, sneakers and teeshirt, even though technically I (as a person) still looked exactly the same, I instantly felt grungy and unattractive. What IS this bullshit?!
I'm sure it has something to do with psychology. I automatically equate my gym clothes with being sweaty, getting flushed and looking unkempt. In other words, needing a shower. Perhaps this mentality plummets me into ugly mode as soon as I step into my sneakers.
Still, I definitely think there's something to be said for dressing well. Or at least not dressing badly. Olivia mentioned that she would rather go up a size than wear clothing that doesn't fit. I absolutely agree.
Over the past 4 years, I've gone up 2-4 sizes, depending on the brand. Most people claim they didn't notice that I've gained like 30 pounds. Maybe they're just really good liars. But I'm also not trying to squeeze myself into things that don't fit. I am painstakingly aware of my fat rolls and thunder thighs and birthing hips. I'm not embracing them, but I'm also going to be realistic about them. I definitely take the time to try to dress in a way that makes the most of my body - whether I'm happy with it at the moment or not.
Especially on fat days. When I have a fat day, I feel like I have to overcompensate for the shitty feeling of fatness. I feel like I have to look extra good. Wear something that is super flattering and normally reserved for special occasions. Though sometimes I do just want to cover everything up and hide.
Ahh, the elusive fat days. 
I found an article called "How to Survive a Fat Day" - which I find amusing.
The highlights:
- embrace your fat day (wear clothes that are comfortable)
- treat your fat day to aromatherapy and good smells
- get some exercise
- make sure your hair looks extra nice (apparently, fat days require amazing hair)
- make plans with friends
- do something nice for someone else
- check with your fat day and ask it why it's come to visit you. Where is this rooted? Do you need to change your diet? Your exercise routine?
I'm inclined to believe that my fat day is calling to remind me that I would look better if I became anorexic. But I normally hang up on it before it can convince me.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Day 16: faster
Today was pretty standard.
Up at 7. Ran/walked a mile on the treadmill while blasting sweet beats. Elliptical-ed for a mile.
I am also going for a walk this evening. I have to maximize the potential of this beautiful day, for sure!
I found an article that compares treadmills and ellipticals and found that many of the conclusions I've made on my own are echoed here.
Epic battle ensues:
Main points*:
* the "+" indicates a benefit of the elliptical
the "-" indicates a benefit of the treadmill
+ elliptical is more impact-free = better for the joints
- however, the treadmill is simulated running, so it's better for those who are training to run
- also, the impact from the treadmill helps strengthen bones
+ but can lead to shin splints, whereas the elliptical glides without putting pressure on your joints
+ ellipticals give you a total body workout
- treadmills really work out the lower half of your body
+ elliptical allows you to burn the same amount of calories as the treadmill with seemingly less effort
+/- both offer the opportunity to vary speed, incline and courses
+ the elliptical works out different muscles depending on if you glide from front to back or back to front
Overall, I'd say the elliptical is definitely a better machine. For me, anyway. But I'm still going to train with the treadmill because I AM training to run.
And someday, maybe I'll be daring and venture to take these runs out into the sunshine.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Day 15: better
Today has been quite splendid - full of good news and good people and good purchases!
It all began on this humid Tuesday morning at 7 a.m. I made my way across the Freshmen Quad toward my faithful exercise companion and prepared to tackle my nemesis: the treadmill.
Enemy: defeated.
It was victorious, indeed! I did the entire Couch to 5 k plan and then an additional mile on the elliptical. The plan is finally starting to feel a bit more routine and less stressful and my shin splints were mostly unbothered by the workout.
I'm on Day 4 of fat days, so that's no fun, but I'm hoping it's just hormones or something. Bad lighting, maybe. All of my clothes shrank? Who knows.
By the end of the summer, all I'm sayin is that I best fit into my skinny pants.
It all began on this humid Tuesday morning at 7 a.m. I made my way across the Freshmen Quad toward my faithful exercise companion and prepared to tackle my nemesis: the treadmill.
Enemy: defeated.
It was victorious, indeed! I did the entire Couch to 5 k plan and then an additional mile on the elliptical. The plan is finally starting to feel a bit more routine and less stressful and my shin splints were mostly unbothered by the workout.
I'm on Day 4 of fat days, so that's no fun, but I'm hoping it's just hormones or something. Bad lighting, maybe. All of my clothes shrank? Who knows.
By the end of the summer, all I'm sayin is that I best fit into my skinny pants.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Day 14: harder
This morning, I was admittedly too tired to wake up for my scheduled 7 a.m. romp at the gym.
Between 7:30 and 8:30, I popped on my headphones, my pedometer and my sneakers and went for a 3.5 mile walk around Ring Road, down Old Westport and back.
Revelation: the night was like summer. The sky was soft with cotton candy swirls and the air was thick with humidity and the lilies were potent and the shuffle on my iPod was hitting the spot.
Revelation: wearing jeans was a bad idea. Even my kneecaps were sweating by the time I returned.
I love this time of year.
When I got back to my room, I put on my first shorts of the season and have to say that I didn't feel entirely obese. So that's a step in the right direction. Next step: bathing suit????
Between 7:30 and 8:30, I popped on my headphones, my pedometer and my sneakers and went for a 3.5 mile walk around Ring Road, down Old Westport and back.
Revelation: the night was like summer. The sky was soft with cotton candy swirls and the air was thick with humidity and the lilies were potent and the shuffle on my iPod was hitting the spot.
Revelation: wearing jeans was a bad idea. Even my kneecaps were sweating by the time I returned.
I love this time of year.
When I got back to my room, I put on my first shorts of the season and have to say that I didn't feel entirely obese. So that's a step in the right direction. Next step: bathing suit????
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Day 13: makes us
Well.
I woke up at 9 a.m. this morning and hit the gym, as per usual.
I started off with high spirits and hopes, taking extra time to do some stretches before beginning to tackle the Couch to 5 k plan.
My body just isn't cooperating.
It's really starting to make me angry. I mean, theoretically, this whole running thing should be getting easier, right? Why then, oh why, is it actually getting harder? I don't get it.
By the time I reached the half way point, my muscles were (yet again) aching. Traitors. I'm trying to do them a favor and this is how they repay me? By sucking. By preventing me from doing what I want to do.
And on top of that, I've had two fat days in a row. I'm not sure if males suffer from this, but I know for sure that females do. It's one of those days where you try on like 98 things and you feel awful and fat in all of them. It's one of those days where you look in the mirror and you just hate yourself and you vow to become anorexic and you vow to exercise 12 times a day (knowing that neither of those things will actually happen). But still, you think it.
It's really disheartening, honestly. It makes me think that maybe I just wasn't cut out for running. Maybe I won't ever be able to do a 5k.
Of course, this is just me being sour.
Tomorrow is another day and another chance to try pushing myself. I'm just wondering when it's going to start being rewarding.
And now, we interrupt this program to bring you a motivational picture:
Bitch.
Anyway, I finished off the morning with 2 miles on the elliptical. At least I have that.
I woke up at 9 a.m. this morning and hit the gym, as per usual.
I started off with high spirits and hopes, taking extra time to do some stretches before beginning to tackle the Couch to 5 k plan.
My body just isn't cooperating.
It's really starting to make me angry. I mean, theoretically, this whole running thing should be getting easier, right? Why then, oh why, is it actually getting harder? I don't get it.
By the time I reached the half way point, my muscles were (yet again) aching. Traitors. I'm trying to do them a favor and this is how they repay me? By sucking. By preventing me from doing what I want to do.
And on top of that, I've had two fat days in a row. I'm not sure if males suffer from this, but I know for sure that females do. It's one of those days where you try on like 98 things and you feel awful and fat in all of them. It's one of those days where you look in the mirror and you just hate yourself and you vow to become anorexic and you vow to exercise 12 times a day (knowing that neither of those things will actually happen). But still, you think it.
It's really disheartening, honestly. It makes me think that maybe I just wasn't cut out for running. Maybe I won't ever be able to do a 5k.
Of course, this is just me being sour.
Tomorrow is another day and another chance to try pushing myself. I'm just wondering when it's going to start being rewarding.
And now, we interrupt this program to bring you a motivational picture:
Bitch.
Anyway, I finished off the morning with 2 miles on the elliptical. At least I have that.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Day 12: do it
Today, after a night of zombies and scorpion bowls, I dragged myself out of bed at the crack of noon and joined Olivia at the gym.
It was a relatively awkward day, as the gym was open to the general public and people kept walking in and out of the room.
I was feeling pretty lazy.
I did all of my stretches and then did half of the Couch to 5 k plan, followed by one mile on the elliptical, followed by a half mile on the treadmill before we peaced.
Then ensued: Breakfast (in which I ate a bagel and a salad). Spring Fest in the Quad (in which I ate ice cream, and guacamole and a snow cone). Freestones (in which I drank a mango poma-rita and a bloody mary). My room (in which I am now drinking Moscato with my fave immigrant).
And the meaning of all of this? I ingested 800000 calories.
Epic fail.
It was a relatively awkward day, as the gym was open to the general public and people kept walking in and out of the room.
I was feeling pretty lazy.
I did all of my stretches and then did half of the Couch to 5 k plan, followed by one mile on the elliptical, followed by a half mile on the treadmill before we peaced.
Then ensued: Breakfast (in which I ate a bagel and a salad). Spring Fest in the Quad (in which I ate ice cream, and guacamole and a snow cone). Freestones (in which I drank a mango poma-rita and a bloody mary). My room (in which I am now drinking Moscato with my fave immigrant).
And the meaning of all of this? I ingested 800000 calories.
Epic fail.
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