Pre-workout fuel: Half slice whole-wheat toast with apple butter, water and half-cup Amaretto Cream roast coffee
Workout: 40 minutes P90X yoga and 2.2-mile walk with Denali
I love my husband. I do. Really. But as much as I love him, sometimes I want to reach over and smack him.
Like this morning.
Mark and I were plankin' it out with Tony Horton, and Mark decides to get chatty.
"I love this pose."
"Good form babe."
"This one is always tough for me."
I replied in grunts. I don't particularly like to talk while doing yoga, and I can't particularly talk when I'm doing my upteenth chataranga. "Hi, triceps and back. It's nice to meet you. Mark? Shut the front door."
This morning, I made it through 40 minutes of the workout before I decided that I was entirely too sweaty and needed to stop. Of course, I might have been less sweaty and been able to go 50 minutes had someone, ahem Mark, hadn't turned on the HEAT last night rather than the air conditioning.
Yeah. I wanted to punch him then, too. Instead, we took a walk and I made him an eggy sandwich. Love ... at its finest.
Question of the day: Do you like to chat while working out?