Ramblings

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!

Today is my dad’s birthday. He would’ve been 69 today. I will take this moment to say Fuck Cancer. You are certainly missed, Dad. I sometimes see things and think how much you would’ve liked or really disliked them. You may not be here physically on this earth, but I know that you help to guide me in certain situations, and in others, you’re still letting me find my own way. I hope that wherever you may be, fishing on the banks of some really awesome river, that you are at peace and are proud of us.

Today is also Shaq’s birthday, so a happy birthday to him as well.

For my Club Medders, Happy Club Med To Ya.

Went to the range last night, and that’s my last 40 shots over there. I had started off strong, but my shoulders got super tired (hello, P90X) and so my shots just started going kinda allover the place. Overall, I’d say it isn’t bad considering it’s only the second time I’ve been out to the range with my gun and only the third time I’ve shot a handgun. Country girls shoot rifles and shotguns, you know. And, as it was pointed out to me, I took out the threat and that’s all that really matters.

In other news, the workout pain is finally subsiding. Thankfully, this morning was “only yoga”, but it was Yoga X which means 45 minutes of vinyasas and another 45 minutes of balance poses and stretching. Hurts SO good!

It’s a shortie today. It’s Thursday! One more to go!

Like Wiz Says

Language, Wiz. I could’ve looked harder for the radio edit, but we’re all grownups, right? Riiiiiight.

It’s only Wednesday. Or, it’s only Wednesday and I’ve put in 5 hard workouts this week with 3 stretching sessions. See that? Positivity! Go me! On that stretching note, I suppose it’s time for splits progress updates. Looks like this:

I could put up before and after, or you could just go look here. I know that I’m making progress and that’s kinda more important than you knowing. Still love ya. I’m feeling pretty good about the progress that’s being made. Perhaps three more months and I’ll get it all the way to the floor.

This morning I tried a little oversplit stretching. Just a tiny bit with my front foot up on the short side of a yoga block. With that, I could definitely feel that there’s more stretching to be done. More, like beating my hip flexors into submission. Those little bastards hate me with all their might. Yesterday, they said, “Ha! You think you’re going to get up from sitting and just walk like a normal human?!?! NO! You will work your way from caveman to human every single time!” And I wondered, why, oh why are you doing this to me?

You see, I can deal with being sore…as long as I know why I’m sore. Yesterday, I didn’t know why I almost couldn’t walk. The source was really escaping me – until this morning. After Shoulders and Arms (great workout when I’m gonna go shooting later today) I got down on the floor for Ab Ripper X and VOILA! That’s why I couldn’t walk. You see, that workout is more than just abs. It’s CORE. Upper abs and lower abs and hip flexors and all that great stuff. Ouch. So tomorrow will probably be more of yesterday but hopefully to a lesser degree.

As much as I’d like to chat all day with ya, I gotta go work hard so tonight I can play hard at the range. That grouping is gonna be phenomenal and centered tonight. Hopefully pretty enough to share a picture with you tomorrow. Until then, work, work, work.

Hold On, Ready Or Not

And aspirin. Yeah, that’s the ticket. Because I forgot how much pain P90X inflicts upon my body. Is this just a woman thing? Guys, do you remember how much it sucked the last time you started working out hard? Of course you do because that’s the way you’re wired. But oh no, not us ladies. We forget these painful things until they are upon us again. Like childbirth. Because really? If you could really remember what that felt like, would you go through it again? Yeah, some of you would. I would not and I don’t remember.

So let’s see…a quick body check:

Neck – finally feels better after two hard snowboarding crashes.
Shoulders – ouch
Upper back – tight
Delts and pecs – don’t even ask
Obliques – don’t turn around quickly
Abs – surprisingly painless
Hips – that neverending story of discomfort
Quads – I have scootch leg, I swear
Hammies – not too bad
Hip flexors – trying to claw their way out of my body
Calves – need more stretching but at least they don’t hurt
Feet – need love

So those feet, let’s chat about them for a moment. If you watch football, and of course you watch football, or any other sport, or you STRUGGLE TO POINT YOUR TOES, perhaps you’ve heard of plantar fasciitis. This little nasty can happen when the fascia on the bottom of your feet tightens up. From what I understand, it hurts a lot. Right, Eli?
Don’t wanna get that? Hell, no. Me either. To work towards never having this terrible ailment, get that lacrosse ball out and roll out those arches! If you’re like me, it’s gonna hurt like hell, but you’ll suffer through because a pointed toe/foot is so much prettier than a flexed one. And we all use and abuse our poor feet so much, they deserve some lovin too.
You’re still here? Go get that ball and get to rolling! I’ll see you back here tomorrow after work, Zumba, and, as come on, Shoulders and Arms and Ab Ripper X?!? I’m done.

March?!?!

Hmmm, March already. I must be getting old because I swear we just started this year last week. But, there’s no point in going backwards when there are so many good things to look forward to this year. Things like, achieving those dreams. Split and fit is what I’m going for.

With 91 days until vacation, the most awesome thing I could use right now is an accountabilibuddy. I’m going to work my tail off (well, hopefully not off, but maybe up) to really push through this round of P90X (back to the original) with doing Ab Ripper and following it with stretching. It’s likely that my writing will suffer because of this as there’s only so much time in the morning and I’m not getting up at 4:30. 5 is my early morning limit unless we’re flying out on some ass crack of dawn flight, which we’ve been known to do.

So yes, for the next 90 days, this is going to be focused around working out, getting that effing split, and vacation. I’ll try to keep it interesting for those who hang in there and still stop by on a daily basis. No measurements, no pictures unless I’m flat on the floor in that split, just me blathering on and you suffering through because you’re troopers! Way to go! Great work on your part!

What’s on your agenda in this new week? I’m looking at pole class, Zumba, firing range, maybe more Zumba, and mostly looking forward to getting to the mountains on the weekend but never forgetting a shoutout to my dad who would have been 69 this year. Still miss ya, man! Go forward and spread good cheer even though it isn’t Christmas, k?

Startling

Standing in the shower, letting the water rinse away all thoughts, but then being flooded with vivid memories from a 2 year period of time. Nuts. I laughed more than once.

Ramblings

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!

Like Wiz Says

Hold On, Ready Or Not

March?!?!

Startling

You Missed

Nothing To See Here

Too Damn Slow

Ghosts (of Days Gone By)

Raunchy Activated