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Showing posts with label small dog don't care. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 4, 2018

A lazy 3-picture Sunday night right before bed post.

Picture #1:

It's hard to do your ab workout after your upper-body strength training when the dog is monopolizing your "I don't want to get animal hair on me from the carpet" mat.

Small dog be like "here's some fur for the top of your mat"

Picture #2:

When you're all "I am so pumped from all my weight work I don't think getting on the floor and suffering through ab exercises would actually be a bonus, Cathe"



Picture #3:

Female cat don't care.  She doesn't care about fitness, this blog, and the fact that she was in my way when I had to put the sheets back on the bed.

Nope.  Don't care one single little tiny bit.


Leaving you with some learnings:

  • It's Sunday night and I have to go to bed so three pictures it is for this post.
  • I know you dig that tie-dye head scarf as much as I do.  I'm trying those things out instead of headbands because I have so many headscarf-type things sitting in my gear drawer.
  • My eating was better today than it has been in the past few weeks.  Thinking you look horrible in your blog post pics will do that to a girl.


Tomorrow's workout: Some speed - 4 x 1200.  Look out, treadmill, here I come.

Thursday, February 8, 2018

3 miles, 3 things

1) I wore the loudest capris I own to wake me up for my easy 3 mile treadmill run at 4:30 AM this morning.



2) I was doing OK with my eating until I was STARVING on the way home and the hubbs called and asked me to pick up Popeye's for him and before I knew it a biscuit and popcorn chicken completely disappeared from the bag by the time I got home.  The chicken tenders managed to escape the carnage.


3) Small dog could care less about my workout, my eating, or this blog in general.

Mom, type softly so you don't wake me up.


Some easy, recovery learnings:

  • Loud running clothing is absolutely beautiful to me.  Life is too short to wear boring clothing.
  • It was either eat my arm off or eat the popcorn chicken, I swears.
  • If you're in my house for any length of time, you'll be sharing your personal space with an animal at some point.  You don't get a choice about that.
  • Hubbs has no choice but to listen to the scary story podcasts I blast while I'm treadmilling.



Tomorrow's workout: Total body weights--it's barbell time.