It's time for another FITNESS ROUND UPPPPPP.
I'm also stuck in clinicals again. So shoot me. Seriously.
At least it's the last day and I get to torture my mom and my favorite minion. That makes it worth it.
My daughter also has her very first dance recital tomorrow, and we are taking JUST HER out to dinner after to celebrate. I hope she isn't reading this or the surprise will be ruined.
If I never have to run sprints or do another burpee again before I die it will be too soon.
I hate those bitches.
I used to be like oh I love running, It's my meditation, Long runs are my breaks, I'm so cool with my running shoessssss.
Then I started doing sprints, I threw up in the middle of the road, and still had to do more sprints.
Yeah I no longer want to be part of the in crowd.
I want to plant my ass next to the buffet table.
Seriously if life was some big party and runners were all the people living it up on the dance floor (which would probably make sprinters the people taking dancing one step further and BREAK DANCING) I would LITERALLY pull a chair over to the buffet table and sit there.... facing the food.
Just kidding, I would dance, but probably take breaks.
as for you...
I hope you danceeeeeee.
Please tell me you just sung that in your head.
In other news. I have stopped weighing myself obsessively. I don't really know why. I just kinda did. I know I'm not gaining a ton. I'm not sure if I'm losing, but I'm powering through my workouts and making healthy choices.
The whole bathing suit fiasco made me rethink a lot of things. I am not trying to compete in a fitness comp, nor am I trying to break pencils with my buns of steel (can people do that?!?!?), I am just trying to live, and enjoy my abilities.
Right now I'm working on finding out what that is. Maybe I'll start weighing and logging again, maybe not, but for now if you drive by me puking on the side of the road looking "real sweaty" like my daughter says, honk and wave sista!