I’ve been avoiding working out because I was under the assumption that my constant elevated heartrate due to our president would be enough to keep me fit. But based on the way my pants fit after four days in Mexico, that is definitely not the case. Anyways after my very long day of driving, all… Continue reading Heartrate Elevation
If you’ve read a single entry on this blog, it’s safe to assume you know I hate Satan’s gym equiptment aka the elliptical. I find the elliptical to be incredibly dull, but it turns out when you have ACL surgery, running can still be painful 8 months later. Mostly because all the previous muscle you… Continue reading Elliptical Shit Talking
Let me be the 8,034th person to state that I fucking hate New Years. The only exercise I have done on a fairly consistent basis since my ACL surgery last May is Yoga. So tell me why on January 2nd (because I skipped the first due to laziness, and by laziness I mean laziness) there… Continue reading No Years Resolution
It is challenging enough to motivate myself to go to a gym where I am solely responsible for the plan, but it is even harder to go to a gym in a small hotel. Unfortunately, I am a road warrior so I have to figure it out. It should be stated that by no means… Continue reading Hotel Gyms
Post knee surgery is no joke. I get excited about walking a mile. I also get sweaty. My surgeon said from month three to month six I am allowed to work out minus “cutting” sports, dance classes, and any other side to side motion where I could re injure my knee. Also, no lunges until… Continue reading My Pilates Instructor Hates Me, a narrative
I’m having a day where I feel fat. Let me backtrack. First and foremost, I don’t like the word fat. I don’t like when my friends use it to describe themselves. I don’t like when people use it to describe other people. And I generally try to avoid it when describing myself. It’s just one… Continue reading Whining. Like Winning, but Not.
Hey any readers that are left in the depths of the Internet. Maybe you missed me. Maybe you forgot I existed. Who can really tell? Let me bring you up to speed. In late January, I decided playing indoor soccer was a fantastic idea. I played most of my life, and just because I’m 30… Continue reading Guess Who’s Back (sang like Eminem)