|If blogging doesn't work out for me, I might go into|
modeling. This is my Victory pose after finishing the
Warrior Dash. That handsome dude workin' it is my
I am so nervous for this race.
I thought that for this Facebook Friday I would focus on fitness (I have been working on that alliteration
ON FITNESSEveryone previews exercise videos while sitting on the couch eating Captain Crunch ... right?
Day One of training for my first 5K. It was awesome. And by awesome I mean I threw up.
When I get in my van after a particularly "fun" workout I think, "Thank God I have all these McDonald's napkins to wipe up my sweaty face."
Counterproductive = using the money from the Personal Trainer Fund to pay for Girl Scout cookies.
First early morning run = tripped and skinned both hands, elbow, and upper arm; ran into a spiderweb, blew my nose in my shirt, and a bird pooped on me. But still my best run so far as I just pretended I was doing the Warrior Dash. Love me some VICTORY in the morning.
Instructors should be morally obligated to send home donut pillows with first time spin class attendees.
Upon my return from the gym. "Mama, gross. You smell like running." - Esther, age 3. Nice.
All of Esther's barbies are doing downward facing dog. I'm weirdly proud.
I have the heart of an ultramarathoner trapped in a body that has decided an ultramarathon is about four miles.
Last night I ran part of my run with a 2011 Lake Placid IRONMAN, which I'm pretty sure makes me an Ironman by osmosis.
After a 21 mile bike ride, the psoas muscle in the only muscle that sounds how it feels.
Because I'm feeling generous, here are some more pics from my modeling portfolio.
| Check out my first 5K. My hands looked like that the entire time.|
|Look at that face. You are welcome.|
Have a happy weekend y'all. Pray for me as I am
being attacked by leeches rocking my first triathlon. See you Monday!