There are two points I'd like to make:
1) it's New Year's Eve and I'm sitting at work for most of the day like a loser while everyone else gets a nice half day. But you know, money is happiness......
2) Played some pick-up volleyball for the first time in a year and a half last night. Every muscle in my body from my calves up to my neck is in varying amounts of pain, and I absolutely love it. I love exercising until my body aches the next day — it validates my workout. Ah, the glorious pain of it all.
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Gilgamesh - "asking why"In an effort to retain some semblance of physical fitness after a day of blobbing at work and munching on holiday treats Because I'm such a dedicated hard worker who loves a challenge, I've decided to try some different workouts on video.
I used to scoff (wow I scoff a lot) at aerobic videos. If you don't bounce, sweat, grunt, and bang weights around, it can't be hard work. So I decided to try the workout that the contestants from the Biggest Loser have to go through, and I was ready to scoff some more.
Oh, silly silly Jo, so ignorant.
I almost died. That workout is hard! There are no breaks, and it's a constant go go go circuit. The cardio portion was fine, but apparently my strength sucks. Unscoff!
So then, thinking that I should get a breather and a nice big stretch after the killer circuit, I thought I'd try yoga.
Oh, silly silly Jo, so ignorant.
I don't think yoga is suited for me. My mind was bouncing everywhere despite my best efforts to focus on something calm and relaxing, and my eyes refused to stay shut, or even half shut. My muscles were shaking with exhaustion five minutes into the poses. The televised instructor is talking while her body's twisted inhumanly, and she's like "breathe! hold! relax! focus! breathe! calm and centred!" and I'm like "meeting tomorrow, last minute holiday shopping, lunch date, breathe breathe breathe, it's a deep burn!, don't forget to print stuff out and get it signed, okay eff this noise." And I gave up and rolled over to my couch, grabbed a beer and ripped open a bag of Doritos. Okay, by beer, I meant water, and by Doritos, I meant nothing. But I gave up. Clearly, I am not of a calm and focused temperament! Ugh!
Never again will I scoff at these so-called "girly" exercises! Lesson learned, I'm going back to my bouncing, sweating, grunting and weight-banging. Mind out of gutter, people.
And in case I don't do this before the 25th, happy nondenomenational holiday, everyone!
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-Photo courtesy of the Toronto Star.
Days like today make me so much more excited for my laser eye surgery appointment.
I've got splatters on my glasses and I can barely see because the lenses keep fogging everywhere I go. Glasses FTMFL.
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