I Will Survive

To be honest, I'm fucking sore! Already!

I got up this morning and honestly the first thing I thought about was how I could back out of going to the gym. Shut up. I said 'to be honest'. It is what it is.

Two days ago I posted on facebook calling out all my 'friends' and seeing if anyone would be interested in being my fitness partner of sorts. Someone to call/text/see as often as possible to hold me accountable for being such a useless tit the last while, allowing me to gain back the 30lbs I lost plus some over the last year. Someone to call me out and tell me to cut my shit out when I come up with all sorts of excuses for why I can't do it today.

SURPRISE

I really thought that maybe one or two people would say yes. One or two people ALWAYS say yes...and then that is the last of it. We get all psyched to get going and we talk about where we are going to be in 6 months and bow chica can't wait to go shopping and...and...and...the list goes on. Ultimately what that results in is just that, lots of talking.

What I didn't expect was for a bunch of people to start messaging me and saying hells ya let's do this. Majority of them all already have Goodlife memberships, however they also know that when it comes to Goodlife I have a ridiculous hate/hate relationship with them. I worked for them, ever so briefly years back and said I would never do business with them again as an employee or individual.

Fast forward years later and here I am. Home from Day 1 at the gym...and I looked like this.

Actually I looked a hell of a lot more red...and sweaty...but I walked home after the gym and this ridiculously delish weather dried me off a little bit.

I got a message on facebook calling me out from A saying she was confirming our date. I wanted to come up with an excuse then but said I was good to go.

I posted asking if anyone wanted to come join me this morning at 9am and right away A was there saying 8:50 (this is the time I gave her). Right on my ass. But I said yes I was going to be there.

Short trip to the bank and I was in the gym and there she was. Quick little greet, she asked what I was doing, I said treadmill and away I went.

My goal for the treadmill always has been and will probably always be a 5K. For me, what other reason is there to get on the damn thing and just go if not for a purpose other than to be doing it. So naturally I set it to 5K and away I went. I didn't run the whole time, I ran for a lot of the time, did some incline as I didn't touch the setting that it was on and I refused to leave until that 5K was done.

50m 47s later...it was done.

NOT my best time but I'd be a moron to think I was going to hop on after an extended absence and be able to do it in 35m or less (like I used to). R showed up about 15m into it so we had a brief chat, I told her to go get her sweat on and continued on. Once she finished up on her bike she came and joined me a la tread. Once I finished the 5K I stayed at a slow lazy walk to bring my heart rate down and to chat a little bit. When I was satisfied with the heart rate I jumped off, told her I'd see her later and walked my ass home.

According to my dear best friend, my Polar FT40 I burned 1145 calories in an hour and 51mins. I had it going for 3/4 of my walk to the gym, while in the gym and for my walk home.

My other new bestie is my Fitbit...that bitch vibrated while I was in the gym indicating that I had met my 10,000 steps goal while I was there. When I got home and sat down finally I checked my steps and I was at 15,010 and was called an "overachiever" by the fitbit...beautiful thing really.

So what's in store for the rest of today? Just keep moving. Not so I get more steps, no way, more so that I don't stiffin up and can't move tomorrow when I do get up lol. Not to mention that I have baseball championship game on Sunday...that's going to be a treat in itself.

As for tomorrow? Who knows. I might make it back to the gym, but if I don't I will find some way to not be sitting on my ass all day tomorrow. I can always revisit my favourite home personal trainer Chalene Johnson...she's always been there for me when I've needed her in the past.

As for right now? I'm going to move over to the couch and stretch out for a few damnit.