Tag: HIIT
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Frightened Hammies
She won’t let me have my heating pad. Which I wouldn’t need quite so much if I didn’t have to ice my hammies. I need the heat on my lower back to balance it out. And because 48. I haven’t been to PlayFITStayFIT in a while. My new job is actually less conducive to getting…
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Real ID Take Two
Remember when I went to get my Real ID? And they told me my birth certificate wasn’t proof of my actual birth? Or existence? Thank you so much. I’ll miss you guys! “…ok…you…have a nice day…” Look. I’ve spent a lot of time with the DMV folks lately. And my socials are a little more…
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End of My Fitness Hiatus
“What are you guys doing???” Whatever we want! We’re grown! Went to leg day yesterday. At PlayFITStayFIT. Haven’t been there in a minute. Because PlayFITStayFIT classes coincide with my post-work coma schedule. It’s hard to work around that. Because work is fully draining. Like, as I’m walking out of the building at 4pm (3:56 pm…because…
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PFSF Dress Code Violation
So, I’m the reason PlayFITStayFIT may have to implement a dress code. I went to leg day this week. And I was the star student. Like, J-Vicious wasn’t saying I was the best student in class. But he was saying the others were the worst. Which automatically makes me the best. So I was feeling…
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Its Called Supplementing
I’ve been told that I’m not allowed to complain. Or whine. About being sore. I was also accused of cheating. Which is absurd. Because I do not have the energy or motivation required to cheat. I’m not known for managing even one man’s drama. I sure as fuck ain’t tryin to manage two. Or more.…
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Sometimes I Wear Pants
“Good morning, Sunshine! You look nice today!” …Thanks…I mean I’m just…wearing pants? I guess that’s…kind of fancy? But thanks… “No, you just usually…I don’t ever see you wearing…pants…” …Ok. That’s fair. I just…pants are usually so hard to wear. With their unreasonable buttons and shit. But I’ve recently managed enough gym time. And running time.…
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How Goatfinder Lost Her Friends
Y’all ever heard of a Jefferson squat? Apparently, it’s a move our ancestors did back in the ancient times. When J-Vicious first became certified. I’d post a picture. But I try to keep my blog rating at R. Maybe single X. If I’m talking about my dating life. Which…currently…is at a solid G rating… But…
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Social Anxiety Coping Skill
Had my therapy appointment yesterday. With my therapist who I will refer to as “they.” Because I haven’t figured out their pronouns yet. And I refuse to ask. Because it’s my therapy. And I only want to talk about me during my therapy. And they haven’t asked my pronouns yet either. So I damn sure…
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PFSF Detention
“You playing kickball?” Ummmm no? No…I’m…just getting a beer… “No. I mean. We’re having a kickball coaches meeting here. I thought you were playing. You look very athletic.” Oh. No. I don’t. I’m not. That’s not. No. I don’t…athletic. Ever. I’m only…I’m just here for a beer. And tacos… And. Ok. I appreciate that compliment.…
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Leadville Training
“So you’ve just given J-Vicious all day to plan your workout.” *sigh* I know… Monday morning. I was lying in the comfort of Magical Roanoke Yoga’s basement. Allowing her to massage. And yoga my body. Into various states of stretching. And relaxation. I can’t even describe how amazing it is to have someone else stretching…