If you remember that song, you're officially old. To my credit. I remembered the song, but not who sang it (Simon and Garfunkel), so maybe I can still pass myself off as not old. As I was typing "I am a rock," I heard "I am an eye-eye-eye-eye-land" in my head. I knew it had to be one of those old folksy 70s bands; just couldn't place which one. For those too young, too cool, or both to know what song I'm referencing, here's a handy dandy link for your convenience. I AM A ROCK
Back to why I am a rock, not necessarily an eye-eye-eye-eye-land...it was the first test of my "no crap food, no booze" pledge. I went out for Mexican at one of my favorite local dives and am happy and proud to report that not one chip did I eat, not one sip of margarita did I have. I ordered tacos al carbon and ate the meat out of them, left the tortillas all lonely, unfilled, and uneaten on the plate. That probably doesn't happen much to tortillas. At least now that folks aren't really into Adkins and South Beach anymore. I remember going out for Tex-Mex with a couple of coworkers who both ordered cheese enchiladas while on Adkins. They pried open the gooey tortilla, scooped out all the cheesy guts, and that was all they ate for lunch. Cheesy enchilada guts. In what world is that healthy, I ask you? But anyway, my tortillas stayed right there on the plate, and all the chips stayed in the basket, and all the margarita stayed in the glass. Well, not all of it, but it didn't end up in my tummy.
AND when I got home, I almost threw on my jammies and settled in for a nice evening of reality TV and Pinterest browsing, but instead, I donned my exercise stuff and headed up to my workout room for some Helliptical time. Which, by the way, was horribly boring. But I did it. So yesterday, a victory in all ways. Go Me!!!
Now, this morning, when I rolled over to shut off the alarm, I noticed that all of the upper body parts I have were sore. P90X is designed to work different parts of you on different days, not all the upper body crammed next to each other. So because I can't do the plyo days (jumping is out) or the lower body days (no lunges for me), or KenpoX (kick boxing has too much pivoting) and because I HATE YOGA, I decided today would be my P90X rest day, and I'd hit upper body again tomorrow. Tonight is more Helliptical. I bet you can hear how thrilled I am at having to do that again tonight. But I can't make spin class, so the Helliptical is my only option. I'm gonna have to get a spin bike for home or find a way to love the Helliptical and Dreadmill, or this is gonna be a long 261 days, folks!
I hope whatever your New Year's Resolutions may be that you can sing to yourself the "I am a rock, I am an eye-eye-eye-eye-land" song today!! Or a cooler version of a song about being a rock. Share if you know any. I know songs about wanting to rock, knowing how to rock, loving rock, I like the movie "The Rock" and I like the wrestler dude "The Rock" but being a rock...that's the only one I could come up with.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Day 2: if you need a workout buddy, I do not recommend cats
Day 2 of :Mudder, Take 2" training going well...yesterday P90X + killer spin class = day 1 goal met. So that's 1 down, 262 days to go.
Oh, also, I have turned down yummy Mexican food and booze twice this week already. And it's only Wednesday!! I should get major snaps for that. I have pledged that I'm not going to drink or eat crap during training. Of course, that was before I did the handy-dandy little app that calculates how many days are between today and the Mudder. 262.5 days is a looooooooooooong time to be on the "no booze or crap food" wagon. The only other time I've gone that long without a margarita was when I was pregnant with my daughter. The good thing is that I'm not a person who likes the taste of wine or beer, so it's really the fruity (loaded with sugar/empty calories) mixed drinks that I like, and I don't make one of those after a long day at the office, just when I'm out with my girls. Knowing that I was able to stay away from them for 9 months once before tells me I have what it takes to do it again. So, friends, snatch me up as your all-time designated driver--I am officially as dry as Yoakum County, Texas. (PS, why would anyone want to live in a place where you couldn't buy a margarita???? Thanks to Google, I can tell you there are 22 such counties in our great State!).
It's all water, all the time, for this Mudder-to-Be. That's all I drink anyway. That and booze. And I used to drink ChickFilA lemonade on occasion, but I haven't had one of those in months. I tried to make some with my lemons that grew on my lime tree last month, but I had to add so much sugar to make it drink-able that I decided I'd leave the fresh lemonade making to others. So anyway, now it's just water.
P90X this morning was a good one. I like Shoulders and Arms day...it gets results quick. I remember when I was religiously doing it the last go 'round, I'd get sidetracked at work by my biceps. I liked watching them flex. Weird, right? Well, still, I'm excited to get them all ripped looking. Even though it's 30 degrees this week in Houston, sleeveless top weather is right around the corner, and this year, my arms are gonna be ready.
The only challenge this morning was my cat, Joey. He decided to sneak out last night when we let the dogs out for their bedtime potty break, and I couldn't find him when my own bedtime rolled around. So he got to sleep outside. Let me tell you, Joey likes camping just about as much as I do, and was waiting for me this morning when I let the puppies out again. He is an odd cat, loves me to death but apparently hates everyone else. He has to be sitting or laying on me whenever I'm still, and when I'm not, has to be trying to jump up on me somehow. This morning, he was leaping off the bed at me while I was doing shoulder presses. He almost got clocked in the head with a dumbbell. He then changed his plan of attack, and started winding around my feet and standing on his back legs to try and paw his way up into my P90X-ing arms. Not helpful, so Joey got banished from the bedroom.
Tonight will be a home-cardio night. No spin classes on Wednesday, and I can't go back to my favorite dancey class because it was responsible for my probably meniscus tear in the first place. So elliptical in the home gym is on tap. The challenge will be not stopping after 5 minutes when I get bored. It's not as bad as the dreaded treadmill (the "dreadmill??" hahah!!), but it's too easy to stop and go do something else. I have to constantly remind myself to keep going. No, watching TV doesn't help. Listening to music does a bit. But still...I'm not a huge fan. But I am NOT going to break my streak on Day 2, so an hour on the Helliptical it is.
Speaking of cats sucking as workout buddies, I'm not hearing from my non-feline Mudder team members...roll call people! Are you IN??? ;)
Oh, also, I have turned down yummy Mexican food and booze twice this week already. And it's only Wednesday!! I should get major snaps for that. I have pledged that I'm not going to drink or eat crap during training. Of course, that was before I did the handy-dandy little app that calculates how many days are between today and the Mudder. 262.5 days is a looooooooooooong time to be on the "no booze or crap food" wagon. The only other time I've gone that long without a margarita was when I was pregnant with my daughter. The good thing is that I'm not a person who likes the taste of wine or beer, so it's really the fruity (loaded with sugar/empty calories) mixed drinks that I like, and I don't make one of those after a long day at the office, just when I'm out with my girls. Knowing that I was able to stay away from them for 9 months once before tells me I have what it takes to do it again. So, friends, snatch me up as your all-time designated driver--I am officially as dry as Yoakum County, Texas. (PS, why would anyone want to live in a place where you couldn't buy a margarita???? Thanks to Google, I can tell you there are 22 such counties in our great State!).
It's all water, all the time, for this Mudder-to-Be. That's all I drink anyway. That and booze. And I used to drink ChickFilA lemonade on occasion, but I haven't had one of those in months. I tried to make some with my lemons that grew on my lime tree last month, but I had to add so much sugar to make it drink-able that I decided I'd leave the fresh lemonade making to others. So anyway, now it's just water.
P90X this morning was a good one. I like Shoulders and Arms day...it gets results quick. I remember when I was religiously doing it the last go 'round, I'd get sidetracked at work by my biceps. I liked watching them flex. Weird, right? Well, still, I'm excited to get them all ripped looking. Even though it's 30 degrees this week in Houston, sleeveless top weather is right around the corner, and this year, my arms are gonna be ready.
The only challenge this morning was my cat, Joey. He decided to sneak out last night when we let the dogs out for their bedtime potty break, and I couldn't find him when my own bedtime rolled around. So he got to sleep outside. Let me tell you, Joey likes camping just about as much as I do, and was waiting for me this morning when I let the puppies out again. He is an odd cat, loves me to death but apparently hates everyone else. He has to be sitting or laying on me whenever I'm still, and when I'm not, has to be trying to jump up on me somehow. This morning, he was leaping off the bed at me while I was doing shoulder presses. He almost got clocked in the head with a dumbbell. He then changed his plan of attack, and started winding around my feet and standing on his back legs to try and paw his way up into my P90X-ing arms. Not helpful, so Joey got banished from the bedroom.
Tonight will be a home-cardio night. No spin classes on Wednesday, and I can't go back to my favorite dancey class because it was responsible for my probably meniscus tear in the first place. So elliptical in the home gym is on tap. The challenge will be not stopping after 5 minutes when I get bored. It's not as bad as the dreaded treadmill (the "dreadmill??" hahah!!), but it's too easy to stop and go do something else. I have to constantly remind myself to keep going. No, watching TV doesn't help. Listening to music does a bit. But still...I'm not a huge fan. But I am NOT going to break my streak on Day 2, so an hour on the Helliptical it is.
Speaking of cats sucking as workout buddies, I'm not hearing from my non-feline Mudder team members...roll call people! Are you IN??? ;)
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Day 1, take 2: I've missed you Tony! Uh, not really.
As promised, it's January, and I'm back for round 2 of Tough Mudder training. I toyed with changing the name of the blog to something less whiney-baby and more bada$$, but truthfully, based on this morning's performance at P90x, I literally might die during the Tough Mudder. I've got a long way to go--again--folks!!
This was the first time back at P90x since The Great Knee Injury of August 2012, and because of The Great Knee Injury of August 2012, I will be modifying Tony's suggested regimen a bit--no plyometrics, no lunges, no squats. Today was chest and back, aka, every-kind-of-push-up-and-pull-up-known-to-man. And to refresh my and everyone else's memory, when I stopped P90x because of The Great Knee Injury of August 2012, I was up to 15 standard push-ups in a row and could even do a couple of Tony's more crazy offerings (one-handed push-ups, those crazy flying push-ups). Not well, but I could do them.
Today, well, no. I did 4 standard push-ups before hitting my knees, where I stayed for all push-ups in today's class. Doesn't take long to lose that muscle, huh? But hey, I have 9 months. I am shooting for Mega Bad-A$$ Queen of All Push-Ups by the time the Mudder rolls around.
Okay, workout plan to get ready for this nightmare of a race is as follows:
--first 90 days--P90x in the a.m., cardio at the gym in the p.m., one run a week
--second 90 days--CrossFit, cardio at the gym, add distance to get up to 15 miles in the runs
--third 90 days--a little bit of everything and TRY NOT TO GET HURT
This time around, I have a few more folks who are willing to get muddy with me. We're gonna have fun, y'all, and I promise, we won't die!! Well, no one ever has before, so that's about as good a guarantee as I can give ya! ;)
Here we go...
This was the first time back at P90x since The Great Knee Injury of August 2012, and because of The Great Knee Injury of August 2012, I will be modifying Tony's suggested regimen a bit--no plyometrics, no lunges, no squats. Today was chest and back, aka, every-kind-of-push-up-and-pull-up-known-to-man. And to refresh my and everyone else's memory, when I stopped P90x because of The Great Knee Injury of August 2012, I was up to 15 standard push-ups in a row and could even do a couple of Tony's more crazy offerings (one-handed push-ups, those crazy flying push-ups). Not well, but I could do them.
Today, well, no. I did 4 standard push-ups before hitting my knees, where I stayed for all push-ups in today's class. Doesn't take long to lose that muscle, huh? But hey, I have 9 months. I am shooting for Mega Bad-A$$ Queen of All Push-Ups by the time the Mudder rolls around.
Okay, workout plan to get ready for this nightmare of a race is as follows:
--first 90 days--P90x in the a.m., cardio at the gym in the p.m., one run a week
--second 90 days--CrossFit, cardio at the gym, add distance to get up to 15 miles in the runs
--third 90 days--a little bit of everything and TRY NOT TO GET HURT
This time around, I have a few more folks who are willing to get muddy with me. We're gonna have fun, y'all, and I promise, we won't die!! Well, no one ever has before, so that's about as good a guarantee as I can give ya! ;)
Here we go...
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