Yes, I missed my Wednesday workout. My body felt totally gross. Who knew I would physically crave working out…Mentally, I’m still very much opposed to physical activity, but my body is on a whole different level. My little sister described me as a “lazy active person.” As Ironic as it is, that pretty much describes me. I’m still not a huge fan of working out, but I love the way it makes me look and feel after it’s done and over with. This weekend was my family reunion, and I was on the committee, so I was super busy Friday through Sunday. However, I realized that I’m changing into a healthier version of myself, not only was I excited to see the gym at the hotel, but I actually used it.
When everything winded down on Friday night, at about 2 AM in the morning, I put on my workout clothes and hit the gym. No lie, I really did this. I did 2 miles on the treadmill at a moderate speed, then I did sit ups and push ups. Can you believe it? Everyone said, you must be feeling really good, but honestly I was dog tired and wanted nothing more than sleep. But I knew the free drinks during hotel happy hour, and the BBQ in the park would not be good for the scale. When I weighed in this morning on the scale, it looked like everything balanced out, and I’m happy to say, No extra pounds!
This morning’s boot camp class was the last one in this session. That was the only reason, I rolled over, stepped over sleeping Nyah, and picked up the little sister. Since it was chilly this morning, (60 degrees in late July), I put on the track pants I used to wear when I was training for my 1st 5K race. They were huge! They swallowed me, and I was pretty excited about that….
Once we arrived at class, all of the other class attendees punked out and stayed in bed; so it was only me, the little sister and the trainer. We did a push-up test, and I did 32 in one minute. When we first started, a month ago, I could only do 26. The little sister also improved with her sit-up and push-up test. Even though, I haven’t lost weight on the scale, or as my mother put it “the thermometer hasn’t moved,” I have lost inches… And I have to mention that I think I looked pretty good in my skin tight leggings at my Michael Jackson Party. [ad#Google Adsense]
Today is the lil sister’s birthday, and she forces everyone who crosses her path to acknowledge that it as a special day. I told her she had to wait until to the sun came up before I could even attempt to sing “Happy Birthday.” Boot camp class at 6AM this morning was no JOKE! I guess because it rained on Wednesday, he wanted to make sure we made up for it. The relay race really kicked my butt, but me and the little sister, the “curviest” girls there, did our thang! After a series of jumping jacks, push ups and squats, I was good and funky smelling.
Maybe it was the sangria from last night’s adventure that was seeping from my pores….Anyway, We have one more session and boot camp class is over! I won’t miss getting up at 5:30 AM, but I love all the compliments I’ve received as a postive result of my early morning escapades.
The Red Carpet
So does this mean that I was working out in the hottest new couture dress, and dripping with diamonds? Absolutely not, I was stuffed in my Skinny Jeans and dripping with sweat. I agreed to do the city court filings for my job today. Today was the MLB, All-star game and Red Carpet Parade day. As I walked toward the court house, I smiled and waved at celebrity baseball players riding down the red carpet parade down the middle of Market Street. And much to my surprise, when I was about a block from my destination, the parade route turned, and there was no getting across. I looked up and noticed the secret service helicopters hovering above, and figured I shouldn’t risk, hopping the fence and running across the red carpet. So I turned and followed the parade route. I saw some seemingly friendly cops who might direct me in the right direction. As I approached him, he immediately started shaking his head no. I said “Excuse sir, can you tell me how to get across; I need to go the court house.” He said “You Can’t.” I replied, “But, I need to get across for work.”
He replied “You can’t,” to which I again replied “I need to get across.” He yelled “Read My Lips, You Can’t Get Across, I can’t make a wedge just for you to get across.” At this point it was hot, my jeans were starting to stick, and I was getting very frustrated. I forced a smile and said “the parade must end at some point, could you please tell me where to get across?” He gave me backwards wrong answer, so I went on my own in the opposite direction, and ended up right back where I started. I ran into some co-workers who were watching the parade, and pointed me in the long, but right direction. When I finally got the courthouse, I was hot and tired. I had been walking for over an hour. The security guard at the desk said, “Oh, they stopped taking filings at 1 o’clock.” Before I could panic, the other guard informed me that they were still accepting filings. “Whew…” Now, it was time for the long journey back, as I passed the rude cop on the OTHER side of the red carpet, the devil told me to flip him the bird, but…. I didn’t. Finally another hour later, after maneuvering through the crowds and crossing the highway ramp, I made it to my car. Sweaty back, and tired feet, but mission accomplished!
” was on the radio, and gave me a big burst of inspiration.
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, were also there to run in the race.
sounded the horn, and we were off.
was a little behind on the distance.
