Yep, Day #12 complete. Pure Cardio & Cardio Abs done. I won't lie. I enjoyed every masochistic minute of the Cardio Abs. Felt goooooood to get down and dirty and work on those abs without doing a single fucking crunch.
It's like flipping the bird to my rectus abdominus and saying, "See this, bitch? I don't need a single crunch to get you to come out and show yourself."
Rest day tomorrow, which will most likely turn into an easy run day. I actually cannot wait to lace up my shoes and hit the road.
Fit test on Thursday. 14 days later.....Kind of curious to see how we measure up and weigh in.
Stay tuned.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
7 Days Later
Weight: 145 pounds
Thighs: 23.5"
Hips: 39"
Waist: 30"
Bust: 36"
I wont' lie. I was hoping for a few more pounds of weight loss, but I'll take what I can get. I DO feel differently. I feel better. More energy, not so sluggish and tired. My clothes are beginning to fit differently.
Thanks, Shaun T. You allowed me to even run 5 fantastic miles yesterday.
I guess this shit works.
Until next week....
Thighs: 23.5"
Hips: 39"
Waist: 30"
Bust: 36"
I wont' lie. I was hoping for a few more pounds of weight loss, but I'll take what I can get. I DO feel differently. I feel better. More energy, not so sluggish and tired. My clothes are beginning to fit differently.
Thanks, Shaun T. You allowed me to even run 5 fantastic miles yesterday.
I guess this shit works.
Until next week....
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Wrath Runner meets INSANITY
I don't know who this Shaun T. thinks he is, but I think I already hate him.
Today I began the journey of INSANITY.
It hurt. I felt fat, flabby and gross. I was able to make it through the Fit Test, but I was ashamed and horrified at how awful my body felt as I was flopping around on the floor, barely able to get through one fucking minute of each exercise.
At one point, I curled into the fetal position and started to cry.
Where has my lean body gone? My six-time marathon body? My lean legs, my strong, rippled abs? They are buried under a layer of fat and love. I've let myself go. It's my own fault. I have no one else to blame but the squishy Buddha belly reflected in the mirror, and the ridiculously large breasts, trying to squeeze themselves into my previously well-fitting sports bras.
Enough excuses.
Fit Test complete. Measurements taken.
Measurements as of 2/3/11:
Thighs: 24.5"
Hips: 40"
Waist: 31"
Bust: 36.5"
INSANITY Fit Test results 2/3/11:
Switchkicks: 87
Power Jacks: 42
Power Knees: 72
Power Jumps: 30
Globe Jumps: 9
Suicide Jumps: 10
PushUp Jacks: 20
Low Plank Obliques: 38
I'm going to insert some walking and perhaps even get back to some running. My goals are modest for now, and somewhat vain.
I want to fit nicely into my fucking bras again, and lose the junk in my trunk. And somewhere under all that squishy stuff, there are washboard abs just screaming to get out again. Time to find them.
And, somewhere deep down, there is still the heart of a runner...
Today I began the journey of INSANITY.
It hurt. I felt fat, flabby and gross. I was able to make it through the Fit Test, but I was ashamed and horrified at how awful my body felt as I was flopping around on the floor, barely able to get through one fucking minute of each exercise.
At one point, I curled into the fetal position and started to cry.
Where has my lean body gone? My six-time marathon body? My lean legs, my strong, rippled abs? They are buried under a layer of fat and love. I've let myself go. It's my own fault. I have no one else to blame but the squishy Buddha belly reflected in the mirror, and the ridiculously large breasts, trying to squeeze themselves into my previously well-fitting sports bras.
Enough excuses.
Fit Test complete. Measurements taken.
Measurements as of 2/3/11:
Thighs: 24.5"
Hips: 40"
Waist: 31"
Bust: 36.5"
INSANITY Fit Test results 2/3/11:
Switchkicks: 87
Power Jacks: 42
Power Knees: 72
Power Jumps: 30
Globe Jumps: 9
Suicide Jumps: 10
PushUp Jacks: 20
Low Plank Obliques: 38
I'm going to insert some walking and perhaps even get back to some running. My goals are modest for now, and somewhat vain.
I want to fit nicely into my fucking bras again, and lose the junk in my trunk. And somewhere under all that squishy stuff, there are washboard abs just screaming to get out again. Time to find them.
And, somewhere deep down, there is still the heart of a runner...
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