My Jeans Are Loose

On the fourth day, post-workout, I ventured to a yoga class thinking an hour-long stretch was exactly what I needed.

I’m no yoga master, but on a normal day I can at least touch the floor when I bend over. Not this day. My hamstrings were still so tight I could only reach my shins. And when we did the straddle leg stretch, that thing where you sit upright on the floor, legs out to each side as far as you can go, and lean forward, I could only move forward about two inches. Granted, a good day for me is only twelve inches forward, but still, I was way off my normal range of motion.

DOMS

Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness (DOMS) is an actual medical condition and I’m convinced I have the worst case ever recorded in the history of mankind.

Since I am now the poster child for DOMS, I’m going to rename it OMGMFLAKM—Oh My God, My Freakin’ Legs Are Killing Me.

Breadaholics Anonymous Anyone?

My husband Michael and I went out to dinner to celebrate our anniversary. As I dressed for dinner, I noticed my calves were a bit sore. It was those stupid calf raises Marq made me do the other day, and again with the thirty pound weights. But no matter, I threw on some high heels anyway. It was my anniversary and I wanted to look nice. And also to remind Michael that marrying me fourteen years ago was a grand idea. I, of course, realize it was his best idea ever, but he forgets sometimes. So I like to remind him how utterly fabulous I am. At least once a year.

Shhhh, Don't Tell Marq

Today was the first time I did the lower body workout with Marq, and, just between you and me, I’m not that sore. The first couple of times I did my cardio training (that blasted running thing) my body kind of freaked out about, you know, MOVING. But this old bod rebounded pretty quickly and since then, it hasn’t been that bad.

H2Oh-My God I Have to Pee

No big surprise, part of the In8 program is drinking plenty of water. I’m supposed to down seventy ounces a day, which is a little over a half-gallon. Like the rest of this healthy lifestyle stuff, I know what I’m supposed to do, but my execution stinks.

Motivation

Watching Ace of Cakes while struggling on the Stair Climber. This was my view at the gym today. Some poor woman slumped over the digital display, her forearms resting on the handrails as she continued to climb, and climb, while Duff Goldman showcased his staff’s latest sugary masterpiece on the TV in front of her.

Is it just me, or does that seem counterproductive?