Newbies and Junkies

I went on a 6.75 mi bike ride yesterday in addition to the boot camp. Glutton for punishment, huh? Ha ha Actually training for the Pan Mass Challenge in august 7-8, 164 miles, 2-day. I've been lagging on the biking front and I needed to get something in, the rain quickly put a kybosh on that. I felt good by that point, I was deathly tired after work (missed my stop on the train!) but soon that second wind kicked in.

I forgot to take some IB's before bed....bad, bad, bad idea

At 3am-ish it felt like someone had taken hot briquettes off of a grill and placed the on my lower abdomen...AAAAHHHH so uncomfortable those "abs", are these things even worth it?

I woke up this morning and I felt awake but my legs were tired and I still had briquettes tummy.

We got to meet number 2 of the instructors for our class. She was lost and parked near us. It was like talking to the enemy, I was leery of her early-morning cheerfulness. She asked us to set up cones for our drills, I felt like I was made to dig my own grave (can we say dramatic?)

Turns out we were super early 5:45am, I put my mind on standby, also didn't shave my legs (little spider legs were poking out of everywhere, I got to work on that or not wear shorts)

We did more of my least favorites...mountain climbers. What asshole invented these? Probably the same one who made push ups, pull ups and every other shitty exercise known to man and the bra.

I kid, I kid, they aren't shitty they just suck (or sucketh, for all of the Shakespeareans)

We did some running, rolling around in super dewy grass (felt bad ass at first, then it felt like you were just getting your clothes dirty on purpose), alternating lunges, mountain climbers, side lunges, jumping jacks (f this), running a whole bunch more, AND then a game.

English Bulldog

Basically red rover, monkey in the middle and tag mixed together. It was fun, I was sweating, I wore an orange shirt, I made an easy target.

Then done-zo class was over, awesome instructor, and of to shower and work

The came the little people who live in my thighs, the best sandwich ever, and that sweet angel voice.

The people who live in my thighs

If you know where I live, it’s up a huge hill. Spring Hill. Serious, decline going down (winter was interesting, lots of “life flashing before your eyes” moments) and serious incline going up (coming home from work in heels is like saying “I would love to eat some concrete today!”). Anyway, as I was shuffling down, guess what passes….my bus! So as I would normally do, I sprint, but this time it was different. I got to know the people in my thighs. These gregarious groups of little people live, love and laugh in my thighs but recently with all of the activity I have been doing, there has been a strain in our relationship. Today they showed me how upset they were. First of all they are made of fire and decided to clamp themselves around each of my muscles. Second they also each weigh 20 pounds each. It was like slow motion running with fire in my thighs. I decided to not sprint towards the bus anymore.

The best sandwich ever

I can’t seem to function without coffee in the morning, especially now with all of this fitness going on. I decided to stop at the Dunkin Donuts to get a coffee and said what the hey, how about a bagel sandwich too. Clearly my sandwich maker had a case of the Mondays (I know its Tuesday). She gave me a ham, egg and cheese on a wheat bagel with a nice big helping of Attitude. Listen, I'm tired, I don’t need your drama, tell you manager you need to be on cashier or something if you hate the sandwich station, OK? This sandwich looked sad…but it was the best thing I have ever eaten.

The angelic voice

I was annoyed as I was waiting for my sandwich, but then out of nowhere I heard the most soothing angelic voice. I now understood. I relaxed, took my sandwich and headed out the door. I love Justin Bieber.