I had 6 miles on the schedule for today (aka the start of my long runs), but because my legs were so tired from yesterdays massacre, I could only wiggle 4 miles out of them. Since I'm not working out on Saturday (due to family in town), I needed to work my arms today. I did 20 minutes on the weights and killed those suckers (my arms). It's a great pain.
Metallica got my through my next mission: 30 minutes on the stairs. After climbing to the top of Yosemite Falls on Thursday, I wasn't really looking forward to this part. Right as I was thinking that, Metallica told me that "my body is a temple" (which I already knew), but it helped me remember that I want my body to look a certain way when I look in the mirror, and I'm going to make it happen.
After the half hour on the dreadful stairs, I lifted weights with the legs for 20 (or so) minutes. I really wanted to run the entire 6 miles on the schedule, so I tried again, but could only manage .15 miles. Not even worth mentioning, really. I am still proud of myself. I'm getting back into it and exited for what's ahead of me.
Here's my temple:
Dinner was pretty good. I had a huge salad with the works: croutons, olives, hard boiled eggs, green peppers, celery and tomatoes. Yum!!
Second part of dinner was even better: chicken pot pie from scratch. I'm not going to post the recipe because it was just ok and not worth the work. The topping has mayo in it and that's why it's just ok.
Lookin sweet girly! I need to get on that damn arm work! How about right now once Im done with this comment! :)
ReplyDeleteI always just try to mentally talk myself through tough spots... I remind myself how, once I'm tired, the workout is going to suck a certain amount regardless, so I might as well push it and work hard so that I can be super proud of myself when I'm done!
ReplyDeleteThere's a sound inside my head - my best friend from high school saying "C'mon, just one more! You got this." Other than that, I agree with my yoga instructor that an ounce of laughter is worth a gallon of determination. When I'm out on a long, tough run, or in a race, I make up funny stories and definitely read all the signs people make ('cause they're hilarious!). Every laugh shakes off that feeling of fatigue.
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