Tag: workout

It’s a girl!

(Or it will be in another four months or so.)

Yay Polly and Colin!

Okay, yes, I was wrong, and I don’t mind admitting it. Yay for girls!

On another note, I had another training session yesterday. I was disappointed to wake up this morning and not be sore. It really was a hard workout yesterday, and as much as it sucks to be sore, at least it means you did something.

Well, shoot me now because I hurt. Yay!

Boy or girl?

Today is so terribly exciting! Maybe I’m a little more excited than the situation warrants, but who cares! Today Polly and Colin are finding out what kind of baby they’re having. Okay, well, human, we know. But is it going to be a snakes and snails or a sugar and spice baby?!?

(My vote is for boy. Everyone else says girl. I don’t really care if I’m right or wrong. Right is good because, hey, I’m right! And I can gloat! Wrong is good because then they’re having a cute little girl, and let’s face it…girls rule! And have cuter clothes. Sorry boys.)

Today is also exciting because I have my second appointment with my personal trainer, who is evil, but in a good way. The scary part is that I have another appointment on Thursday. Not sure how I’m going to be able to exercise again when I can’t move. It’ll be a challenge, for sure. And even better…I have a fourth appointment on Sunday. Yow.

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Feh. Gained a pound. Oh well. Still, a net loss over the past two weigh ins. And I have a new (secret) number that I will not allow myself to go over any more. It’s .4 lbs over what I am now, so I’m going to have to be extra good this week. And next, and the next, and so on and so forth, etc, ad nauseum.

But I have been working out diligently. Every other day doing weight training and yesterday (fer’instance) I did 50 minutes, thats 3.5 miles (walking and running) on the treadmill. 450 calories burned. Not too shabby. I have a new way of keeping motivated on the treadmill. One song I walk, one song I run. After about halfway through, I change it to one song walk, two songs run. It makes the time go by.

I read in the paper this morning that Paula Radcliffe, the English runner who is really really fast (as in she holds the world records in lots of things) is supposed to do the Crescent City Classic this year. Like me. In 2002 we did our first marathon together in London. Well, okay, I finished almost four hours and 40,000 people after her. But I do feel a bit of a kinship with her. (Writing it down makes it seem retarded, but I can’t help it.) Anyway, now I’m sort of wishing I hadn’t signed up to run the Classic, but instead could be at the end watching her set a new world’s record. Ah well. Maybe I’ll win this time.