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joflasherQuit whining!
- Poison Elves
In the spirit of getting back into shape and regaining lost stamina (not to mention fitting back into some of my clothes), I've decided to start jogging a couples mornings out of the week. Yes, I have always said I hated jogging. No, that hasn't changed. Jogging is still up there with weight lifting and watching paint dry on the funness scale. But since I no longer play volleyball 5 days a week, I need to do something. There's no convient place to go bike riding near my house (riding near the fellsway is a certain death wish), volleyball is non-existent and shoveling horse poop just isn't cutting it anymore.
On the up side, I feel like I might actually accomplish something, weight wise. Disclaimer for those of you who are going to speak up saying "weight isn't the issue, fitness is", when I say weight, I specifically mean the extra fat that wants to congregate around one third of my body. Rock climbing has improved my overall strength but it hasn't gotten rid of any of the extra flab. Riding horses has given me pretty strong leg muscles but it also isn't getting rid of the fat. The shoveling is almost entirely upper body. So leg work it is.
Because misery loves company, I've convinced the Boy that he wants to come too. So Monday morning we drug our butts out of bed at 6:15 (still nice and cool), stretched out and ran. And walked briskly. And ran. And walked briskly. And ran. And...you get the idea. I found out that I had less than 3/4ths of a mile in me before I had a stitch in my side. Pretty pathetic. But we did roughly 3 miles that morning and then climbed briefly that evening. I managed to over extend my right elbow when I refused to let go of a hold around an overhang even though I KNEW I was coming off of the wall. So now both of my legs ache (go thigh muscles) and I can't extend my right arm fully. The only limb really working is my left arm, which I managed to get slammed in my office door because I couldn't use my right arm to stop it. The guy in the office across from mine thinks this is hilarious.
Laugh it up, coworkers. Your time will come.
- Poison Elves
In the spirit of getting back into shape and regaining lost stamina (not to mention fitting back into some of my clothes), I've decided to start jogging a couples mornings out of the week. Yes, I have always said I hated jogging. No, that hasn't changed. Jogging is still up there with weight lifting and watching paint dry on the funness scale. But since I no longer play volleyball 5 days a week, I need to do something. There's no convient place to go bike riding near my house (riding near the fellsway is a certain death wish), volleyball is non-existent and shoveling horse poop just isn't cutting it anymore.
On the up side, I feel like I might actually accomplish something, weight wise. Disclaimer for those of you who are going to speak up saying "weight isn't the issue, fitness is", when I say weight, I specifically mean the extra fat that wants to congregate around one third of my body. Rock climbing has improved my overall strength but it hasn't gotten rid of any of the extra flab. Riding horses has given me pretty strong leg muscles but it also isn't getting rid of the fat. The shoveling is almost entirely upper body. So leg work it is.
Because misery loves company, I've convinced the Boy that he wants to come too. So Monday morning we drug our butts out of bed at 6:15 (still nice and cool), stretched out and ran. And walked briskly. And ran. And walked briskly. And ran. And...you get the idea. I found out that I had less than 3/4ths of a mile in me before I had a stitch in my side. Pretty pathetic. But we did roughly 3 miles that morning and then climbed briefly that evening. I managed to over extend my right elbow when I refused to let go of a hold around an overhang even though I KNEW I was coming off of the wall. So now both of my legs ache (go thigh muscles) and I can't extend my right arm fully. The only limb really working is my left arm, which I managed to get slammed in my office door because I couldn't use my right arm to stop it. The guy in the office across from mine thinks this is hilarious.
Laugh it up, coworkers. Your time will come.
