Yesterday was break day, which means of course I did nothing but eat poorly and fail to imbibe more than 10 ounces of water. At the last minute of the day I stretched for like 2 minutes before bed, so I doubt it even counts. I took my comeuppance this morning in the form of an exceedingly painful run, of course, and probably failed to learn anything from the experience once again.
At least it's nice out again...yesterday was probably the dreariest day we've had since I've moved here, so I was glad not to have to go run in it.
I finally got to try out that stability ball today, and I really like it. Add aching abs and arms to my leaden legs, and you've got a snapshot of how horribly out of shape I really am. I've got some incentive, though, since going to the beach to actually lie out and swim will probably be doable in a couple of months. Apparently temperatures go back to nice and warm by April...the water might still be cold, but it'll be nice to bake my ice-white skin back to a semblance of humanity.
Panda, by the way, is really not a good work out partner. When I come back from my run she's great, because she's so excited to see me, and the whole time I'm stretching she hurls herself against me and just purrs and purrs...so it feels like encouragement. The second I bust out that ball, though, she instantly becomes the opposite of helpful.
Doing leg-lifts? She's there to latch onto my leg with all four paws every time it gets near the ground. Trying to get some crunches in? She can't resist the twitch of my hair, and proceeds to scalp me. Push-ups? She sits on the table above my head, and swats me every time I complete one.
Maybe she's just cantankerous today. She's currently pressed up against the screen door, hollering at the upstairs neighbors for making noise on their patio. For such a little cat, she has an enormous set of lungs. Perhaps she was a drill sergeant in another life...that would explain the way she 'motivates' me to work out, I guess.
Somehow this is becoming a cat blog. I'm sorry about that everyone.
You could try Kirby for motivation. He's a great role-model for lazy people and heavy sleepers everywhere.
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