Total time- 30 minutes or thereabouts (Pretty pathetic I know!) Music- the following track on loop. Warm up- Jumping jacks 50 squats will almost 20 pounds added resistance (in baby form) 50 walking lunges 50 alternate side leg raises 50 front and back alternate- leg raises 5 push-ups - barely(yep, it's gone that bad) 20 push-ups... Continue Reading →
I am not superstitious, but I can be a creature of habit. These are habits/ quirks/ rituals/ practices that I seemed to have accrued over the years, running-wise. - Pre- run snack is always half a banana (or one small one) and a sip (only ONE) of water. - The music- source/ iPod always... Continue Reading →
I am not sure if I can continue with Runday Mondays. The pièce de résistance of my work- out options may soon have to be relinquished. My knees are done with running apparently, or so they tell me. They nag and niggle. They whine and complain. They wake up creaky and achy. They refuse to bend or bear... Continue Reading →
It was a special day. A watershed one. Zoe is standing, all by herself. All quivering and unstable, but standing. And on the same day, Mama suddenly finds out that her clothes don't fit. Her favorite pair of pre- pregnancy jeans are loose. Yes. You read that right- LOOSE! Ha. It's fantastic when the naysayers... Continue Reading →
It was a pathetic week. In terms of exercise that is. In terms of everything else, it was bloody darned terrific! So yeah. You win some and you lose some. It's the late nights that are killing me. My most productive hours are between 11 pm and 1:30 am. I then pass out on top... Continue Reading →
Running is great fun. Mostly AFTER you have finished your run. The ACTUAL RUNNING part is pretty darned boring. Especially if you run long distances. Most days, I stop not because I'm tired. I stop because I'm bored out of my mind. The first 15 minutes are not so bad. I marvel at the the scenic... Continue Reading →
Yep. It's been a while. J is skinnier than ever. It's downright unhealthy, how unfit she is. Or so she thinks. The work- outs are mired deep in post- baby- new- move-pre- work- travel stuff... She runs one day. Then forgets to even think about getting into her trainers for the next two. She is sore... Continue Reading →
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