I love fortune cookies, not because they taste great but because the words inside always seem to apply. It could be that the creators are great at generalized advice, wisdom and thoughts or it could be that I read into things way too much. Or it could be neither and it was imperative that I eat Chinese food the Saturday before I was approached to do Market Day.
The fortune inside put my mind on the track of willing to try something new and potentially 'scary'.
It Read: A ship in harbor is safe, but that's not why ships are built.
My husband said, "That couldn't have been more perfect for you, you need to do something 'scary' because you have the ability you just have to put it out there."
Monday, September 15, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
3 hours 15 minutes 26 seconds
That's exactly how long it took me to finish today. I forgot to stop the stopwatch. I started late. Did one round of 50's and half my run. Had to get the elementary kid to school. Go get some 90 cent oatmeal and 40 cent boxes of granola bars (Albertsons Quaker sale!) . Then I got two more kids to school. Then I finally made my way back downstairs and climbed on the treadmill. Ran .75 mile. Did another round of 50's (squats, sit ups, push ups) back on the tread mill for a mile and done. I was dripping with sweat and the craziest part? I LOVED it!
My mp3 player is broken so my extra special thanks go out to Christy and Lauren for the awesome music playlists on their blogs. Our downstairs computer is right by the treadmmill, I loaded their pages and had inspiring music through the whole workout. And extra inspiration from Lauren's amazing figure transformation. She looks hot! And I can tell she's been working her tail off.
My mp3 player is broken so my extra special thanks go out to Christy and Lauren for the awesome music playlists on their blogs. Our downstairs computer is right by the treadmmill, I loaded their pages and had inspiring music through the whole workout. And extra inspiration from Lauren's amazing figure transformation. She looks hot! And I can tell she's been working her tail off.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Kick my Can Workout-Week 2
I was slightly sore last week. Not terribly so. I was feeling good. Wimpy but good.
This morning was rough! The workout is exactly the same as far as numbers go, they're just squished into 2 intervals instead of 4. That means 50 squats (!) 50 push ups (!!) 50 sit ups (!!!!!!) and then 1 mile run. Rinse. Repeat. It took me 54:09 to complete. Too much of that time was spent mentally whining about 50! 50??? Yes 50 of everything, all at once! My abs are so weak, 50 sit ups in a row threatened to get the better of me. Instead, I just thought about the next 5 and I did it! 5 at a time.
This morning was rough! The workout is exactly the same as far as numbers go, they're just squished into 2 intervals instead of 4. That means 50 squats (!) 50 push ups (!!) 50 sit ups (!!!!!!) and then 1 mile run. Rinse. Repeat. It took me 54:09 to complete. Too much of that time was spent mentally whining about 50! 50??? Yes 50 of everything, all at once! My abs are so weak, 50 sit ups in a row threatened to get the better of me. Instead, I just thought about the next 5 and I did it! 5 at a time.
Friday, September 5, 2008
It's a madhouse around here
Go check out why.
I'm hosting another giveaway to celebrate. Don't forget to leave a comment to be entered to win some fun jewelry prizes!
I'm hosting another giveaway to celebrate. Don't forget to leave a comment to be entered to win some fun jewelry prizes!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Cadet Survival Training
That may sound daunting. And it is. I just got a kick butt workout routine that lasts 16 weeks. It's the training program the POST puts all potential police cadets through. I am on week 1. I will follow the regimen Monday/Wednesday/Friday and occasionally Saturday (make-up day or later, as a test day). I'll continue to do my turbo jam on the other two days of the week, because it's fun and every workout schedule has to allow for fun, once in a while. Plus it's a great workout, burns close to 1000 calories/hour.
This week: 25 air squats, 25 push ups, 25 sit ups, 50ft broad jumps, run 800meters (.5 mile) REPEAT 4 times. You keep your start to finish time and later on check your fitness level by running the first week routine and checking your time against the first day. My time 58:46. It was a killer, but I lived! I have laundry tomorrow and have to do stairs 6 times, at least. It'll be the true test of soreness.
I'm curious if the Survival training refers to only the tough 'survive' the 16 weeks or by the time you live through the 16 weeks you are said to be able to survive anything.
This week: 25 air squats, 25 push ups, 25 sit ups, 50ft broad jumps, run 800meters (.5 mile) REPEAT 4 times. You keep your start to finish time and later on check your fitness level by running the first week routine and checking your time against the first day. My time 58:46. It was a killer, but I lived! I have laundry tomorrow and have to do stairs 6 times, at least. It'll be the true test of soreness.
I'm curious if the Survival training refers to only the tough 'survive' the 16 weeks or by the time you live through the 16 weeks you are said to be able to survive anything.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
T is for Tuesdays and Turbo Jam
I have a fun routine, Tuesday's and Thursday's we meet up with some friends and do Turbo Jam (Cardio party 3, for those wondering). It is so much fun. The boys get to run around and play with other kids and the mom's get some stress-busting, sweat-dripping, fat-burning, booty shakin', kick-butt cardio! I LOVE it!
And the boys love playing with MoMo as they call him.
And the boys love playing with MoMo as they call him.
Monday, September 1, 2008
A step in the right direction
A whole mile of 'em.
I went running this morning. The air was crisp and clean. The temperature perfect. My resolve, focused.
I have mapped out some local streets into 1, 1.5, 2, 3 and 5 mile runs. I decided to go the 1.5, it could easily be modified to a 1 if the dark clouds in the distance threatened to rain on my parade, so to speak.
I saw so many cool things.
First, a neighbor returning from her run. She inspires me that age does not dictate anything but a number if you let it.
Second, another neighbor walking, She is so sincere, caring and sensitive. She says she loves everyone, during her testimony, and she lives it.
Next I saw a street lined with US Flags. Beautiful sight. It reminded me of the rows and rows of flags lining the streets of Sugar City when we went for my cousins funeral. He was killed during 9/11. Such a touching tribute. I'm glad it started sprinkling, my tears were able to blend right in.
My thoughts were interrupted by a ferocious attack dog, he noticed me from the porch and came charging at me. Lucky for me he was attached to a cord attached to the banister. And his 5.5pound self wasn't strong enough to free him, although his determination may have been.
The next thing I noticed made me laugh. A shopping cart, parked protectively under the stairwell of an apartment. I wonder if the owner's name was written on it?
As I came to the deciding point, 1 or 1.5 miles I noticed a huge black cloud. The black cloud told me I wasn't running fast enough and I had better pick it up or I'd never get home mostly dry. The cloud sprinkled, as if testing my will. I ran. I named the cloud Jillian, after my favorite biggest loser trainer. Jillian meant business. I picked up the pace and ran, she meant run faster. So I did. I have never made such good time on .5 mile. I got safely to the porch and rain started to fall fast and hard, I knocked. Who locked me out? I knocked again. Still no one let me in.
I ran for the spare key. I got totally soaked. As I ran to return it, the hail started to pelt me. Wow. Jillian wasn't kidding around. It rained and hailed like the sky was falling for about 15 minutes. I would've looked like a drenched rat if I'd stayed on the 1.5 mile course. Thanks Jillian for kicking my can home!
I went running this morning. The air was crisp and clean. The temperature perfect. My resolve, focused.
I have mapped out some local streets into 1, 1.5, 2, 3 and 5 mile runs. I decided to go the 1.5, it could easily be modified to a 1 if the dark clouds in the distance threatened to rain on my parade, so to speak.
I saw so many cool things.
First, a neighbor returning from her run. She inspires me that age does not dictate anything but a number if you let it.
Second, another neighbor walking, She is so sincere, caring and sensitive. She says she loves everyone, during her testimony, and she lives it.
Next I saw a street lined with US Flags. Beautiful sight. It reminded me of the rows and rows of flags lining the streets of Sugar City when we went for my cousins funeral. He was killed during 9/11. Such a touching tribute. I'm glad it started sprinkling, my tears were able to blend right in.
My thoughts were interrupted by a ferocious attack dog, he noticed me from the porch and came charging at me. Lucky for me he was attached to a cord attached to the banister. And his 5.5pound self wasn't strong enough to free him, although his determination may have been.
The next thing I noticed made me laugh. A shopping cart, parked protectively under the stairwell of an apartment. I wonder if the owner's name was written on it?
As I came to the deciding point, 1 or 1.5 miles I noticed a huge black cloud. The black cloud told me I wasn't running fast enough and I had better pick it up or I'd never get home mostly dry. The cloud sprinkled, as if testing my will. I ran. I named the cloud Jillian, after my favorite biggest loser trainer. Jillian meant business. I picked up the pace and ran, she meant run faster. So I did. I have never made such good time on .5 mile. I got safely to the porch and rain started to fall fast and hard, I knocked. Who locked me out? I knocked again. Still no one let me in.
I ran for the spare key. I got totally soaked. As I ran to return it, the hail started to pelt me. Wow. Jillian wasn't kidding around. It rained and hailed like the sky was falling for about 15 minutes. I would've looked like a drenched rat if I'd stayed on the 1.5 mile course. Thanks Jillian for kicking my can home!
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