Victoria’s Secret VS Dove

 

Am I the only one who thinks that the VS models look sick?

I’m sure the VS models work their incredibly gifted asses off to look the way they do, but we need to get serious about what beauty (and health!) look like for the majority of society. You don’t have to be 50 pounds to be happy.

Make health your priority, focus on strength and flexibility, and let your body decide what shape it’s going to take.

 

 

Busy versus Tired

As a personal trainer, one of the most overly-used and never true excuses I heard was “But I’m so busy! I don’t have time to work out!”

Really? You’re gonna go there? Alright, bring it. Let’s settle this. 

I’ll have people break down their day, write it out in 10 minute increments, and keep it in their files for us both to reference. To this day, I have not found one person who didn’t have 3 to 4 10-minute chunks of time that could be used for stretching/walking/taking the stairs/you-name-it. Unless if it’s your rest day (you should have one every 3 days), aim for 30-60 minutes of exercise every day. Whether you can do a solid 60 minute workout, or have to break it up into 10-minute chunks of time, take the time to exercise!!!

Sorry. You hear an excuse often enough and it starts to sound like nails on an chalkboard (do they even make chalkboards anymore?) At least I made that rant short and to the point, right. . . ?

My fave teacher of all time (7th grade English Literature, of course!) shared this opinion piece on Facebook (cuz he’s cool like that) that inspired my little rant today. Take 2 minutes to read this and reflect on if your lifestyle is truly busy, or if it’s self-inflicted and just making you tired. . .

The Busy Trap by Tom Kreider at the New York Times.

So, what was your workout today?  I did a Buti Tone workout followed by TurboFire’s Greatest HIITS this morning, and went for a walk this afternoon. 

 

I’ll watch soccer if I get to see David Beckham

Okay, seriously? I’m not a big soccer fan. Call me crazy, but I’m one of those people who think us Yanks should call it “football.” But, being an American, I also realize that what in the world would we call the game that I idolize Joe Montana for?

As a non-soccer enthusiast, I’ve noticed a great deal of Americans who are only soccer fans when Hope Solo does something totally kick ass, or U.S. soccer is about to get to the World Cup. Funny how that happens. . .

That being said. . . How can I not love David Beckham?!?! Especially when he does something like this?!?!

Which athlete would you like to meet? i wanna meet Joe Montana, Grady Sizemore, and David Beckham 🙂

Scatter-Brained Headless Chicken Mode

Guess who’s back? Back again. Heather’s back, tell a friend. . . Okay, sorry. I’ve been in singing mode lately. . . ever since I started singing “I’ll tell ya what I want, what I really really want” at the hospital the other night.

For me, stress = scatter-brained. I feel like a chicken with it’s head chopped off. (Lovely visual, right? Sorry about that.) Well, the more scatter-brained I get, the more I sing random songs. And the more movie lines I quote. It’s as if my brain has given up trying to think and just relies on what’s already stored in there. . .

And once that starts happening, I lose track of time! Seriously, I’ll be getting ready for something, look at the clock and realize I’m early. Then, somehow, I end up being late! This has happened a lot the past 2 weeks. See? Scatter-brained headless chicken.

The past two weeks have been filled with 3 final projects and 3 final exams. I have learned something very important this semester: I dislike hate loathe despise abhor Financial Accounting. First off, me and math don’t hang out too often; we really don’t like each other. Second, add math into accounting principles, and make 2 people do a project designed for 5 people. . . I think we can all see how this is going. Bad cabbage.

Add in a family event (the ER and hospital were involved, but the docs handled it so well that there wasn’t really a scare) and some friend drama, and I was stressed. The past 2 weeks have been filled with studying (read: sitting on my bootay), writing (again, sitting on my bootay), and eating crap food (while sitting on my bootay). Oh, wow, my eating was terrible! If it had been Girl Scout season, I would gained 25 pounds. No joke.

As of last night, all of the projects are turned in, and all the tests are done. WHEW!! Glad that’s over!! And now it’s time to get back to business!

This morning’s workout was an hour of kickboxing (TKB style, of course!), and an hour of weight training (omg, my poor glutes and triceps hate me already!) with the lovely Megan. I am sweaty and sore and ready for more!!! 😉 Actually, I think I’m done for the day. That was a lot of work. hehehe Thank goodness for my Clif Margarita Bloks!

I’m not a breakfast-eater. Well, not when I first get up. I love breakfast food, just not at breakfast time. If I eat too soon after waking up, I get major tummy problems. I’ll cramp and feel sick to my stomach. Ew. So when I get to the gym at 8:20am, the only thing in my belly is tea. The milk and sugar help keep me sustained, but when I do back-to-back classes, I need something more. Hence the Margarita Bloks this morning. And, come on, who doesn’t like to have margaritas while they workout?! 😉

So I’m standing at the kitchen counter right now making scrambled egg whites, refried beans, turkey bacon, and spelt tortillas for “breakfast” burritos. It’s time to refuel and get on with the day!! (I know if I do’t refuel properly now, our LR tomorrow morning is going to suck. lol)

What’s your workout today?! 

Breakfast anyone? What’s your favorite recovery breakfast?!

Gladiator Rock N Run

On Friday, at the Giants game, Wes said, “You should do the Gladiator with us!” In fact, he said it multiple times. Enough times for me to say, “Yeah, sure. Why not?”

So on Sunday morning, my alarm went off at 6am, and there I was, getting ready for a Boot-Camp-Flashback obstacle course. Never mind that this was supposed to be my first rest day since Tuesday. (We can worry about my brain cell count later)

Mark, Wes, and I drove to San Jose, where we met up with Hoyt, Hoyt’s dad: Bob, and Hoyt’s sister: Stacy. (Hoyt’s first name is Rob, but for the past year and a half, I’ve known him as Coach Hoyt, so for the sake of not confusing Heather, we’re calling him Hoyt.)

Mark was nervous and bouncing around like a Terrier, Wes had to tape up his sprained ankle from Friday, and I kept having to pee. Yeah, this was going to ROCK!! 😉

Mark, Me, Wes; before the race

We went the 11am wave. Hoyt, Mark, Wes, and I were near the front of the corral, and Bob and Stacy were near the back. With Mark’s energy, the boys shot out of the corral like 5-year olds on crack. My calves couldn’t handle the hill, so I walked up most of it, falling behind the guys. I kept expecting Bob and Stacy to catch up to me, but I didn’t see them again ’til I was half way done with my beer and slightly delusional.

I could go through how I dealt with each and every obstacle, but I’m not going to. I will, however, tell you that I didn’t pansy out of ANY of the obstacles. Did I have to get some boosts up from some tall guys? Yeah. Did I climb the scaffolding instead of the rope? Hells yes! Both the military and CrossFit have taught me something very valuable: work smarter, not harder. But I did every single obstacle!!! Without my group, and while cheering on the people around me. They shoulda given me an extra beer. And a shot of tequila.

find the shortest person in this picture. that’s me. yes, climbing in and out of industrial dumpsters was HARD. from left to right: Bob, Stacy, Hoyt, me, Wes, Mark.

6K and 15 obstacles later, I’m covered in bruises that I can’t explain, and swollen everywhere where I don’t have a bruise. I even bruised my elbow pits. How in the hell did I bruise my ELBOW PITS?!?! I have a really impressive shiner on the back of my right leg (lower hammie) where I used my leg to get over everything. Hindsight: alternate use of legs next time. (But I’ve got no muscle soreness! Thank You, CrossFit!!)

My results:

Chip time: 1:21:02.8

Pace: 20:04

Female 25-29 group: 55 out of 166!!!!!!!

Overall Place: 545 out of 1256!!!

I am never washing these. In fact, I may even laminate the bib to preserve it 😉

Not bad for deciding do it a day before the event. Not bad at all.

I wonder if these clothes will ever be the same. . .? I used my old shoes, ones that needed to be thrown out, so I threw ’em in the donation pile. (The Gladiator races raise money for Talk About Curing Autism.)

after being hosed off at the event. before being rinsed off in the bath tub and laundered. the pink thing is the bag i used to get my clothes home

I definitely recommend an obstacle course!! Especially if you love running and love challenges!! (And no, there is no way to accurately train for swimming in 35* water. There’s just no way. And yes, you will feel like you’ve all of a sudden got asthma. It’s insane. The best feeling of accomplishment that you can have in a race.) It’s a lot of fun, and everyone’s in a great mood, having a blast! I passed a lot of people (wow, did that sound conceited?) and they were having the best time walking the course and joking around! Don’t take yourself too seriously, and JUST DO IT!!!!! 😀

Have you done any of the obstacle races?! How’d you loath like it?! 

A butt-steered Segway?!

Seriously?

Seriously?!?!

Am I the only one seeing how this contributes to Americans being grossly obese and lazy?

Honda creates a butt-steered Segway with the Uni-Cub rolling stool | Motoramic – Yahoo! Autos.

I feel like I should be on Coffee Talk With Linda Richmond right now.

SNL

SNL, anyone? 😉

Let’s discuss this a$$ scooter. Thoughts???