Bring on the random

I have a giveaway post to be published later today but I feel inclined to write something now. And for those of you tired of giveaways, this one is the last for a while.

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I have a love-hate relationship with Facebook. I love, love stalking people and staying connected to those who don't float in and out of my daily existence on a regular basis. But I hate, hate, hate how Facebook manages to make you feel like crap.

Case in point: A recent comment on the FWTC page.

The track club posted on its page about logging miles this weekend after the snow clears. I mentioned that my nearby park is great, and it's easy to do a long run on the greenway without worrying about sections being closed to flooding. The next person posted that clear trails are for summer and she was going to be at a state park that's 45 minutes or so from the sitting, getting dirty in the mud and slush. Whoever posts on behalf the club agreed that COL was a great option for Sunday.

Great. Good for you. Except running trails and coming home caked in mud doesn't make your run better nor does it make you more hard core. And given that I already feel guilty each and every time I set out for a long run, leaving Mark with Miles duty, I'm certainly not going to leave them for four hours to log the 11 miles I hope to this weekend. Also, it's not like they can tag along. The BOB Ironman was made for running, not hiking.

So eff you and your little excursion. I'll be on the greenway with a stroller and my clean shoes.

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I'm picking up the Tuesday night BODYPUMP class at the gym for a while (I think) as the instructor and his wife just had a baby at 23 weeks. (If you are the prayer sort, say some for them.)

Anyway, I was scheduled to teach and was counting on that workout last night. What I was not counting on was the weather closing the gym. And so I found myself driving to Pizza Hut to join the crew rather than the gym. I had already had a snack but indulged in breadsticks, broccoli soup and a half-slice of pizza.

As one can assume, the idea of an hour-long replacement workout was not that appetizing (pun intended). I opted to study my ACE materials for a half-hour and go all out for a half-hour in the basement, trying my hand at Tabatas.

The workout:

• 5-minute Jane Fonda-esque warm-up
• Tabata 1: Sumo squat high-pull
• 1 minute jump rope
• Tabata 2: Alternating lunges with hammer curl
• 1 minute jump rope
• Tabata 3: Deadlift with row
• 1 minute jump rope
• Tabata 4: Air squats
• 1 minute jump rope
• 3 x 1-minute planks

During the workout, I felt like I was working but didn't feel wiped after and so I worried it wasn't enough. My inner thighs and upper hamstrings are saying otherwise today.

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Food poisoning might have gotten the best of me last week but I still managed to grab a cup of coffee and speak on a panel about weight loss during the most recent My Healthy City breakfast. 

There were two other people on the panel, both of whom had lost more than 100 pounds, and we discussed what we did, what worked and what would help others. It was a really interesting opportunity for me as every time I discuss my weight loss, I feel like I learn more about the journey to obesity and back.

The coordinator had some video shot and made it available online. It's a time investment to watch it all but there were some interesting points about skin removal surgery and relapsing.

 

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Give me something random. I need entertainment.