Tuesday, May 17, 2011


I hate traffic.  I hate traffic and my daughter says I turn into a different mean person when I have to drive in it.  So imagine how happy I was being that I got to drive my little angel to the medical center for an appointment.  The appointment was at 8:00 am, so we left the house at 6:30 am to be sure we made it on time.  We were actually making really good time.

Then she says, "Mom, I have to go to the bathroom."  SERIOUSLY!??  Of course, this statement comes when we are at a complete stop on the freeway where it will take us at least 10 minutes to get to the next exit.  Lucky for us (said sarcastically), there is a disgusting gas station at the next exit. The kind that you hold your breath when you walk in and cover the seat with toilet paper before you let your child sit.  So after holding our breath and covering the seats, we are back on the road, and we make it on time.

It's because of this appointment that I didn't get a workout in last night.  I had fully intended to go to the gym after women's group, but women's group was really good, and we didn't get out of there until 9:30.  Since the next morning was coming up pretty quickly, I skipped it.  I didn't mean to slack, it just worked out that way.

So the appointment went very well, (she's healthy! Yea!) and I took her back to school, which left me a little over two hours before I had to pick her up.  I took full advantage of the time, and put on my running shoes.  I had decided that I would run three miles, but when I took off I felt off.  I felt like I was going realllly sllllowww.  It wasn't until around 1.3 miles that I felt like I was in the groove.  Geez was it hot when I was in the sun; but, there was a nice breeze, which I love.  When I got to 2 1/2 miles, I looked at the Garmin and confirmed I was moving a little bit slower than 4 mph.  I decided then to just go for an hour rather than distance.  I made up the route as I went along, and when I turned onto my street, I had to pass my house twice to get to the full hour.  It was a great feeling, and I was happy that I didn't have to pass my house a 3rd time.

After taco night, my husband asked me if I was going to go work out.  Even though I had ran for an hour, I said, "Yes!"  There was a strength training class at 7:00, so I left the house at 6:56 to get there.  I rushed in a few minutes late only to find out the class was cancelled.  I had to laugh at that. 

So I went to the gym, and talk about traffic!  All the ellipticals were being used, which is fine.  I didn't want one, I'm just saying.  I did a quick five minute warm up on the bike and continued on to the mat.  There was traffic there too!  There was no reason for excuses.  I went back to what I should have been doing all along.  I ran through the "Kyle" circuit training.  It was just as tough, and it make the fat cells cry.  While I was there, there was a young couple that came and joined me on the mat.  They laid side by side and I heard him say, "Ready?" and then they held a plank on their forearms.  Forever!  It was impressive.  I heard him count it down; and when they got to one, the both collapsed on the floor.  Once they recovered and stood back up, I asked them how long?  They held that plank for one minute!  A whole minute!  They said they have worked their way up from barely being able to hold 30 seconds.  Inspiring is the only word I have for that sweet, young couple. 

Once I ran through the circuit training twice, I stretched out and headed home.  When you log in your food and exercise into MyFitnessPal, it gives you a little message that says, "If every day were like today, you would weight ??? in 5 weeks!"  I've been using this program for months now, but it LIES!!!!  I have not lost a single pound in 3 weeks.  Liar!!!! I shout at it when I finish logging in.  It makes me want to throw my phone into oncoming traffic!

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