No Couch to 5K if it’s more than 80 degrees outside. I could tell my body wasn’t working as hard (good, it means I’m getting more fit) but there were rivers of sweat pouring off of me. I kid my husband that when he comes in from one of his 30 mile bike rides, he smells like the ocean. Today I smell like the ocean. Yipes!
Maybe I’ll move up a week on couch to 5k – in Autumn, when it’s not like a cross-country race on Mercury.
So now apparently when I have a real good bawl, my eyes get red spots all around them, as if a thousand tiny gigolos had given me a thousand tiny hickeys.
It’s been about 16 hours. The puffiness has gone down, and the spots have faded some, but not completely, as you can see. Stupid rosacea. This better not be permanent.
From now on, if any of you see me looking like I might cry, you are required to break into spontaneous dance in order to prevent this from happening. Ugh.
(And yes, spots aside, I’m fine now, thanks.)
Internal dialogue coming back from post office late today:
“Man, I am wiped. And hungry. I want something bad for me. I’ve been so good. I should just get some orange chicken from Panda Express. It won’t kill me. I’m tired, I’m allowed. No, we’ve got food at home, and payday is on Friday, and we’re working so hard on bills and fitness… okay. I don’t need that chicken. For that matter, I didn’t need that mocha today, but oh well. But I’m tired, I’m just going to go home and weigh in, and if I’m up, I’m up. Whatever.”
Only 40 to go. Okay, let’s not think about that. Five pounds down! Yay! I’m sure a plateau is approaching, as it’s very difficult to find time to go out and run in the summer watching Em, but I’ve got her going to a kid’s “Little Gym” type place on Friday morning, so that’ll help.
Running with the wii fit is tough on my calves. However, it’s also fun, now that we’ve discovered some Easter eggs in the routes. When a dog passes you at the beginning, quickly overtake your guide and start following the dog to unlock new routes – that sort of thing.
For those wondering what the peak in the middle was, this may be TMI, but here you go. Hey, I ain’t perfect.
This weekend is a biking event called 24 Hours of Booty. The event is named after the Booty Loop, the informal name for a stretch of road through the heart of Charlotte popular with serious road cyclists. They wear those little biking shorts, and they’re all in great shape, hence the name “Booty Loop.”
Today a lane was blocked off, and there were entire teams of cyclists whizzing past. Right in the middle of them was a guy sporting a giant moustache, making great time on top of the biggest unicycle I’ve ever seen in my life.
I wanna party with that guy.
First things first: Dr. Horrible’s Singalong Blog is great. It launched today and you’ve got a few days to try it free before it goes pay-only. Unfortunately, everybody else wants to see it RIGHT NOW too, so as reported today in the L.A. Times, the site went down faster than an original show on FOX. Rather than wait, I spent $4 for a season pass on iTunes. That’s a buck an episode, and it’s definitely worth it. C’mon, Neil Patrick Harris as a low-rent supervillain, Felicia Day as the girl at his laundromat he’s too shy to talk to and Nathan Fillion as his nemesis? And they sing? What’s not to love?
Look, just watch it. You can thank me later.
Next! I know what you’re wondering. “Tvini, how could you keep us waiting more than 24 hours for another scintillating report on the wii fit? I got a blister on my index finger from clicking ‘refresh’!”
Worry no more, fair readers. Our long national nightmare is over.
Yesterday morning, my mom stopped by while I was working out. We looked at the various options and she tried some along with me, albeit not on the board, since that would be a little crowded. One that we looked at was the plank. Or as I call it, since I shake like crazy, “the prone DTs.” It was my first time doing it on the wii fit, although I’ve done it before on my own, so I opted for the lowest amount of time one could do it for, 30 seconds. My mom cut out halfway through, since she just wanted to see how the wii fit handled these things.
At right is my husband’s trainer, since I couldn’t very well take pictures of Casey doing it while I was also doing the exercise. Please note that his trainer gives him a hard time too. Casey was with me through the my whole routine, though, curse her leathery hide. My mother was also with me.
Casey said things like, “You’re doing great.” And “Are you dropping your hips?” And “You’re almost done.”
My mother said things like, “YEAH!!! YOU’RE DOING GREAT!!!” And, “GO GO GO! YOU’RE DOING SO FANTASTIC!!” And “WOW, YOU’RE ALMOST DONE! KEEP IT UP!!!” I tell you, I felt like a million bucks when I was done.
I think the fine people at Nintendo should fire Casey and get my mom into the studio to record their next trainer. We’d be a nation with abs of steel. I wonder what my my mom would charge for personal training. Hmmm…
Sure, my wii says I’m fat, but let’s cut to the meat of the matter.
Created by OnePlusYou
That’s good eatin’!
Okay, so I’ve been doing the wii fit for a week. Let’s look at the results! The blue line represents my weight.
What the… ARGH! This wouldn’t be so frustrating if I hadn’t laughingly programmed in a goal of one pound in two weeks, just to see how the “goal” feature worked, when we first started it up. Now I have to lose 1.8 pounds. NOT HELPING!
At right: I blame my personal trainer, whom I am now calling “that b____ Casey.”
Okay, I might have done the horns. And the tail. But she is a b____.
Anyway, I did the Couch to 5K week one along the Little Sugar Creek greenway this morning, and it was great. So bite me, Casey.
As I posted yesterday, we’re getting rid of our treadmill. One of the reasons for this is that my father got us an early Christmas gift – a Wii Fit! The funniest comment I’ve heard so far was from someone on Ravelry – they said they weren’t getting one because it was too hard to turn into a clothes rack. Heh.
Wii fit review.
