Happy Canada Day to my fellow Canucks!
Since it's Monday I decided to get back on the exercise band wagon today. Seriously. I fell off and completely wiped out. I have this goal in mind to try and get lets like Rita Catolino... have you ever heard of her? She's currently Tosca Reno's personal trainer, but she also trains at GoodLife Fitness in London, ON. Let me show you why this is my goal...
Uh ya. Hello legs. I'm not totally sure how tall she is (shorter people can gain muscle mass easier than tall people) but I don't even care.... Look at those legs! I want them. I sometimes feel like it would be easier if I simply cut them off her and put them on myself. Seems reasonable, right?
Anyways, back to my story. Because I have this goal in mind, last week I may have overdone it on my lower body workout. Overdone it as in I did the workout on Wednesday, and was still trying to stretch shit out last night because I was still sore. Lol. Whoops. Note to self - I can't squat like Rita... yet. So because of that, I haven't worked out much this week. After eating like a disgusting pig all weekend, I decided to stay in last night, not go out drinking, go to bed at a decent hour so I could get my butt out of bed and hit the pavement for a run this morning.
So I did just that. After watching an episode of Property Brothers (the house they transformed looked AMAZEBALLS by the way) I put on my running gear and got outside. In the elevator as it approached ground I realized that my iPod was dead. Ok - fail number 1. I had my phone with me so I could track my GPS so I just plugged my headphones into that and streamed the radio. Not the most ideal situation, but I made do.
It was fairly mild out this morning. The sun wasn't out, it was overcast, so I figured that would be good running weather. I wasn't completely wrong... it was definitely nice weather to run in. There were tons of runners out and about and tons of people cycling along my trail as well. So here I am.. running along thinking "Oh.. this isn't so bad... I mean, I'm a little winded but I've been running for what, 15 minutes already? I totally got this.". NEGATIVE! It hadn't even been 400 meters yet and already I was dying for breath and wanted to turn around. Awesome start to my little 5km run....
I'm running along the water, passing all these super fit people, people who looked like professional cyclists... basically everything that I wished I was at that moment, and all I was doing was trying not to pass out. Lol.. oh lord. At every kilometer mark my GPS talks to me, so when it hit the 2km mark, I knew I only had 500 meters to go before I needed to turn around and get my butt home. After what seemed like an hour, I finally hit the 2.5km mark so I was able to turn around. I think I tried to run faster to get home which was also quite hard. When I got home I was dripping sweat, I was a mess.
I thought about it briefly... I was actually kind of sad at the fact that I had run only 5km and it had been so ridiculously hard. I felt like I had a small heart attach. I obviously didn't, and I'm being dramatic. But still. It sucked. I think my official time was like 33 minutes and something... I don't even care lol.
|It's probably hard to see the sweat, but it's running down my face and neck. Attractive.|
Q: How was your Canada Day??
Q: How was your weekend if you're not Canadian? Any good workouts??