I decided to do some HIIT intervals while walking today and I have bruised the bottom of my foot from running sprints. So, yay! That’s been fun. I thought I had something on the pad of my foot, and then I realized I just smashed it so hard while sprinting like a wild animal was after me that I squashed my bones against the fat of my poor footie and now I must wear squishy shoes in the house so I can walk (you’re welcome for that amazing run-on sentence).
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I am not a petite person. I am 5’9″ (5 inches taller than the average for the USA), and I have a goodly amount of muscle… which is GREAT if I were living with the Amazonians on Themyscira. Today, while I was in a barre class (ballerinas with weighted poles to make it harder because why make anything fun?), a lady told me that I MUST be a softball player. Her husband coaches high school softball and I look just like one of the players… because my shoulders are so big… add that to the fact that I was a foot taller than everyone in the class and someone asking me if I wanted to look like a man earlier in the week… and I give up -_- #sarahconnor
Workout today was swing, salsa, bellydance, and some parody of playground antics. We lined up, faced each other, and ran across the room skipping and shuffling until we zipped in between one another. We also all held hands and ran around in a circle. Acting twelve is a great deal of fun… and a decent workout apparently!
Did you know that wedding dresses run small? That’s right, dresses that bride’s wear on “the most special day of their lives” run small in order to make an already stressed out lady feel like she’s a massive fatass and should starve herself to fit into her normal size. So, that’s awesome.
I realized that I am basically a college student and will forever be one. My place is a wreck, I have stuff due I haven’t even started on, I didn’t read my book for my book report I was meant to, I’m going out EVERY night to party instead of stay home and work toward my goals… Jacob kind of reminds me of a professor, so I’m sleeping with one of those too…
It’s so glorious outside. I have all the windows open and I’m melting. It feels fantastic. Granted, I worked out and then took a massively hot bath… and now I really am melting. My computer is hot on my lap too. I need a pool. You don’t know you’re hot when you swim. Also, I’m pretty sure my hair is never going to dry… I just got a spam call that I get EVERY EFFING DAY and I want it to DIE. X(
Well, I finally went full hippie. Or fully insane. Not sure which one yet. The other night, while I lay in bed peaceful and still, I imagined that my brain pierced the cosmos with a spike that originated from my head. Yeah. I literally imagined it. While I was awake. It was in black and white (I dream in color) and I literally imagined a white spike of energy exploding out of my cranium and piercing the layers of the cosmos (it’s cake-like apparently). So, there’s that.
I am in poor shape. Today marks the third day of adding cardio to my yoga practice… and my muscles are crying out in pain and wondering what they did to deserve such harsh treatment. How did I let myself get to the point where three bloody days of moving for an hour has destroyed me? Guys. Halp. Workout with me so we can all be in pain together! Yes? Yes.
Guys, I have cashew milk ice cream in the freezer. I just got a tub today. I am going to go eat that instead of write an intro for the show., because, let’s be honest, cashew milk turtle ice cream pretty much trumps anything I could possibly say on here.
I just read a ton of facts about bananas, and now I am going to make a banana smoothie. I skipped mine this morning because I forgot to freeze them last night, but I’m just going to throw ice in it. I have a banana smoothie every morning. Every. Morning. Now just thinking about them is making my mouth water. I have a problem.