March 24, 2012 § Leave a comment
Dang. Saturday morning. It’s not even 10 am and I am writing you to say I’ve worked out, showered, and cleaned my room. WHAT?!!
I know. It’s cray. Especially since I didn’t go to bed until almost midnight. I have a confession, I went to see The Hunger Games last night. Holy moly. I love going to the movies, and this was the perfect big screen production. I’ll admit I hadn’t read the books and I had no idea what the premise was until the trailer came out, but WOW. It was great. My girlfriends and I went to the show at 7 last night but were all so worked up after due to its sheer awesomeness we needed a glass of wine after to debrief.
Despite all the excitement last night I woke up at 6:15 bright-eyed and bushy tailed and ready to go. I figured I might as well go out now while I’m motivated and I can nap all afternoon. I had forgotten how invigorating exercising, and especially exercising in the morning can be. I’m nearly back to my usual obnoxious morning person status.
Though there were a couple of hiccups along the way this week, I’d file Week 1 of training in the WIN column. I’m really proud of myself. Today’s intervals were a minute (a wee minute can seem like an eternity sometimes) longer than the interval I had the other morning and I had to pump myself up in the last thirty seconds. A lil’ come on AT, you can do this, that sort of thing.
In the absolute last minute of my last interval my recurring motivator came to haunt me. This might sound weird, but, for years, whenever I am in a hard spot working out – be it on the treadmill, or a few years ago with my trainer doing burpees or some horrible form of jumping, I would imagine a huge bag of Doritos chasing me. Yep. All those years of bad snacking catching up with me. For some reason though the bag of Doritos always comes to mind.
They are kind of the epitome of junk food- completely and utterly unhealthy, processed, and bright orange. It ain’t natural cheese, I don’t care what the package says. And they are so gosh darn addicting. (And we’re talking the Nacho Cheese flavor, none of this Cool Ranch nonsense.)
So there’s a brief peek inside my inner crazy that sometimes happens. Hey, as long as it’s motivating me I say, ok.
March 23, 2012 § Leave a comment
Meh. Hasn’t been the best week to be honest. I rocked it the first two days and then Spring literally sprung, actually, Summer frog-leaped right over Spring and it’s all of the sudden 70 in March. Early warmth =early allergies. They came on strong yesterday and by 6pm the allergies won. I went to bed at 9:45, hoping to awake refreshed and ready to go- but it just wasn’t gonna happen this morning. I’m going to take today off from a run and hope I’ll feel better tomorrow. Even if I don’t I’ll go out for a long walk Saturday and Sunday to at least be active in some way.
I also had an amazing thought the other day… a better name for this blog: Dine & Dash. Right?? Because I like to cook, and I’m trying to run. Oh well. We’ll stick with Francesca for now.
Happy Friday my friends!!!!!!! I’m super excited to get through today at the office because at 7PM I’m heading to the movies… YES. The Hunger Games. It’s happening. Don’t judge, I can’t wait.
March 20, 2012 § 1 Comment
Success!!! Yes friends, I got out of bed, put on the sneaks and did it!!!
It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t awesome either. I have a love/hate relationship with running. I would love to be able to run and run well for significant distances, but most of the time I actually hate it. Well, maybe love/hate is extreme. But it’s similar to how I feel about the French language. Been trying for years, but never seem to be able to reach fluency.
Maybe this is the year I do it… run like a gazelle and speak French like… oh I dunno, Pepe Le Pew?
Happy Tuesday friends!