Did my first shift of Ironman volunteering yesterday. Where I tried to walk casually. Like I hadn’t spent the day before torturing my legs. Seemed to work. No one asked me what was wrong with me. No one actually spoke to me at all. Seriously. Leo does not like to be ignored. But it was … Continue reading I AM Fall Risk
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Revolt on Lunges
“I’m medicated now!” I yelled that. A little too gleefully. And loudly. And maybe even forcefully? At my boss today. When he asked how I was doing. “Fine and you?” would have probably been sufficient. I’ve only been medicated about a week. So I don’t know that it’s much more than the placebo effect at … Continue reading Revolt on Lunges
PFSF Revolt
I was just sitting in my car. Minding my own business. Trying to talk Fall Risk into coming to the gym. I was in the middle of typing, “I’d love to go home and take a nap, but J-Vicious is-“ And that’s the point at which he reached through my window and snatched my phone … Continue reading PFSF Revolt
I’m Doing The Best I Can
I just stood. For a solid two minutes. Outside of my apartment building. Just...waiting for someone to come open the door. These mother fuckers be running in and out of this building all hours of the day and night. But when I need one of them to come open the door. Suddenly they all wanna … Continue reading I’m Doing The Best I Can
I Can’t Even Care
“Oh look. Beautiful Beastie wants company on her next NM Marathon.” Good thing I don’t go on social media enough to see stuff like that. “I’ll let her know. I’m a good friend.” And damn if I didn’t get a BB text this afternoon. Talking about North Mountain. Dammit, Skratch. And then she says she’s … Continue reading I Can’t Even Care
Leg Day. Just…Leg Day
“Just leave those heavy weights out, guys. Sunshine’s here for the next class.” So, today’s PlayFITStayFIT workout was a 1-2-3-4-5 format. Now, some of you may think that those are reps. They’re not. They’re not reps. They’re minutes... No no. I absolutely knew that. But even though there’s an enormous difference between five reps of … Continue reading Leg Day. Just…Leg Day
Return to PFSF. Kind Of.
So, everything hurts. I haven’t been going to the gym. You may have noticed. My lack of whining and complaining. About J-Vicious. I still whine and complain. About the other stuff. All of the other stuff. And I’m completely incapable of motivating myself through my own made up strength training. I have to be told … Continue reading Return to PFSF. Kind Of.
A Taylor Swift Workout Session
“I’m surprised BB is letting you go to the gym so much this week instead of resting up for whatever big adventure she has planned.” I’m on call this weekend. Can’t adventure. I’ve got a note from my boss. So I worked out yesterday morning. At home. I was gonna run. But people die in … Continue reading A Taylor Swift Workout Session
The End of a Friendship
You know those mornings where you can’t get out of bed? Literally? Like, you have to do a couple of practice stands before you can actually force yourself up? And fully out of bed? My neck/shoulder rigor mortis is back. It went away after last night’s PlayFITStayFIT workout. Because J-Vicious worked the hell out of … Continue reading The End of a Friendship
Leg Torture Day
“Sunshine? Can you come out here for a minute?” That’s never a good sign. “Oh no. This is very good.” See, it was the way he emphasized very. That led me to actually believe him. So when he pointed to my shoeless car. And said I not only needed rear brake pads. But front break … Continue reading Leg Torture Day
Shine My Way 