Treadmill walk w/occasional uphills, 51:56, 3.25 mi.
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I can’t run on a full stomach, but I can walk OK.
Duration: 52 minutes
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Treadmill walk w/occasional uphills, 51:56, 3.25 mi. Walking: I can’t run on a full stomach, but I can walk OK. Duration: 52 minutes KS Cardio kickboxing, 40 min. Running: Cardiokickboxing: I did use the hand weights for part of the kickboxing workout, but then I got too tired. Duration: 60 minutes No idea what I did, but they started hurting before Labor Day and have steadily been getting worse (or at least not improving of late). They are actually tender to the touch–they feel as though someone has banged on them with a mallet until they were bruised. I haven’t done a bloody thing workout-wise, unless you count walking around Kennywood Park all day on Saturday. (I don’t, LOL) Stefan and I biked 9.56 miles around the village. I didn’t keep track of the time (duh–you’d think I’d learn by now, wear a dang watch), but it must have been somewhere between 45 min.-hour. Cycling: Duration: 60 minutes 20:00 interval run (treadmill), 1.79 mi. running: cardio kickboxing: upper-body lifting: abs/core: I am down over 5 pounds since starting on Concerta about a month ago. Now if I can just talk my shrink into giving it to me in my *own* name… Duration: 57 minutes My SIL just got out of the hospital after a 5-day stay for what the intake nurse called the worst case of laxative addiction she’d ever seen. With everything else that’s been going wrong for that family this year, I was amazed that SIL picked now to finally confess what most of us knew all along: she had an eating disorder. I mean, size zero clothes but wore huge sweats most of the time, perfectionist who flipped out over anything less than an A and changed majors when she realized she wouldn’t be able to graduate summa, had to go to the bathroom every 20 minutes or so, obsessed with lowfat cooking and baking, would eat and drink like a champ at family meals but somehow always managed to stay toothpick-thin…. Apparently, this had been going on for 7 years, essentially the whole time I’ve known her brother. Her mom had tried for years to get her to fess up, but she always denied and reacted indignantly at the suggestion. I’m just glad she finally came out with it ans got some treatment. Now begins the long process of changing her *thinking*. P&PT are welcome. She is too embarrassed to let us tell anyone at all, even her uncle who is a pastor, but I can tell strangers! She can’t stop me from doing that! We can pray for her whether she likes it or not. ;o) I may be cheating, but man, at my age, this stuff has got to count for a workout! I spent well over 2 hours outside today gardening, chopping things down, and weeding. I went around the entire perimeter of the house. With the studio opening a month ago and my other job, and everything else that’s been happening with the family, landscaping has fallen to the bottom of the list. A couple of weeks ago I bought two black-eyed susan plants to put in a bare spot in the front perennial garden, but when I got home, I realized the “bare spot” was so covered in weeds and overgrown shrubs that I’d have to work in there for a good hour just to find the purported bare spot! And indeed, that’s where I started today before going on to tackle pretty much the rest of the landscaping. Then I realized later than I’d forgotten to weed under the weeping cherry. *sigh* Ten to one this “non-workout” will leave me in more pain than Kathy Smith does. I’ll be popping some Advils tomorrow, yes I will. The moral of the story is as follows: (1) Don’t let your landscaping go for over a month. (2) When your husband says you don’t have the money for 4 yards of mulch, override him and buy it anyway. (If he has the money for a new MacBook, printer, and iPod, plus a new 32″ LCD TV which he claims is “for the family” HAHAHAHAHAHA how dumb do I look, plus all new decor for his new pool-table rec room [fortunately, the pool table itself is free], then I think we coul dhave afforded $150 worth of dang mulch.) Boy, the little kids were easier. I had this marathon senior session yesterday that went from 2:00 to after 4:30. I was ready to collapse afterward, especially since I didn’t get to eat before church–so I ended up not eating all day until dinner. Then, oh irony of ironies, I couldn’t get to sleep until after 11! And the crazy girl is emailing me today going, “Are my pics up yet? Where can I look at them?” Oh sure, I stayed up all night doing nothing but editing your 300+ photos. (I told her I would probably pick about 30 really good ones and work on those, but she was like, “Oh, I want to see them all!” Just shoot me. No pun intended.) Of course, on the positive side, she was a great kid, and her mom asked me for a stack of business cards to pass out back home! They live in a wealthy community about 40 minutes away, so I won’t be heartbroken to get some more customers from THAT town, I can tell you. Spent most of 8 hours helping my husband’s uncle move from a loft apartment up a flight of 20 stairs to a new house. I think that should count for something. General lifting: How does one characterize and catalogue the non-workout workout, anyway? Duration: 420 minutes Ran intervals (treadmill) 3 mi., 34:58 Running: Upper body workout: Duration: 55 minutes |