Monday, March 9, 2015

Spring Fever

I know you've all been bursting at the seams to read my next blog post and I have been bursting as well- with sickness.

Your biggest question: "What do you mean, you were sick??" My answer: "Seriously just don't ask. It's not cute."

Your second question: "How'd the 21 Day Fix Extreme go!?!?" My answer: "Eh- again this loops back to the being sick junk. I made it through a grand total of 11 days and got hit HARD with nastiness of all kinds, which made working out completely impossible. However, I'm back on the 21 Day Fix Extreme grind once more and will post before and after pics in a few shorts weeks!"

Now- I know I have readers from all over, but I'm assuming most of you are from Iowa (cause, you know, I don't know many people from anywhere else.) The weather here has gone from bitterly cold to Spring in a matter of .2 seconds and we all know what that means!


I recently told someone that I HATE running. I despise it. My legs get all crampy and my running pants slide down my butt and my chest is a freaking spectacle to passersby... UGH. And when they pointed out that running is great because of all the wonderful scenery, I was a little like, "Yeah I suppose... if you're anyone but me since I just stare at the ground the whole time so I don't trip over a piece of gravel and face plant in front of God and everyone." (Can you tell I have issues with being a klutz?)

Then, after school today, I had a strange powerful urge to go for a run. Nothing huge, just a quick mile to get myself moving. (I mostly just wanted an excuse to rock my brand new Under Armour headband. Seriously adorable.)

I walked the first really huge hill because I had to get warmed up, right? Riiiight. After that, I reached the first straight stretch and just kept thinking "Left, right, left, right, left, right..." (Seriously. That is all I'm thinking while I run. "Just don't die, just don't die...") Before I knew it, I was cruising right on past families walking their dogs and college kids hanging out outside... I felt like a total champ- like Rocky Balboa (...only doing WAY less work.)

Oh Yes. Love me some Rocky.

This is where the urge to potty hit me like a brick wall. I've been told that as you get older, you start to need to potty more often. I, however, didn't think this would start happening at the age of 25. All I can say is it was a MIRACLE that I was a few houses away from my friend and boss whose darling children let me in to use the ladies' room (and snag a quick sip of water) and I was off again.

The restroom break really threw a wrench in my stride. My legs had tasted the sweet temptation of NOT running, and they were in no hurry to leave their state of rest. I legitimately tried to run up hills and down hills and along straightaways, but it was useless. My legs were lead. I ultimately jog-walked the last half mile home where I sat on the front steps, stripped off my jacket, and thoroughly enjoyed the cool breeze for the first time today. I even took a selfie.

Moments later, I would realize my neighbor was watching me. Creeeeeeeeeepy.

This is good! I ran... and I didn't even die! Just think of all the wonderful possibilities ahead of me. I could actually get some cardio in that doesn't involve Autumn Calabrese yammering on the whole time. Yay!!! (Also, Under Armour headband. Cute, right??)

What are you doing to take advantage of this gorgeous weather?!

Until we sweat again!!

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