Yesterday's workout: A relaxed 30 minute walk on the treadmill + a little yoga. I was planning to go to the gym and get some elliptical and/or bike action going, but as I was pulling out of the icy drive, my tires were skidding and making a noise I really didn't like (I may have inflated the severity of the situation). I knew I didn't want to run so I decided to make it a super relaxed day and hit up the basement TM.
Yesterday started with pouring myself two cups of coffee. In two different cups. I either forgot that I didn't have company or forgot that I had already poured a cup two seconds before pouring the second. It actually turned out to be kind of convenient. Also, don't be envious of my counter tops.
While drinking one or both of those coffees, I discovered something in Runner's World and I think they are really trying to rub salt in my almost-healed wound. I know that my would-be first half-marathon was 3 months ago and I should probably just move on, but when RW told me it's one of the top 27 halfs in the country (#20), I got a little bummed again. Mostly because we probably won't be living here next October so I probably won't get another shot at this one. I will just have to find an even cooler one!
I did a little regular yoga (as opposed to the usual at home hot yoga because the heat wasn't crankin) and because I can't take a picture while doing yoga, I offer you this:
Do you think that is a picture of a.) my monochromatic workout clothes/pajamas OR b.) the reason why I don't leave my house very often?
Trick question, it is both!
My favorite part of the yoga dvd is when the instructor says "now place your forehead on the floor." The only way I can do this is if I am laying on my stomach, and those words are spoken when I am on my feet. I am trying to reconcile this, but I just don't understand.
I'm not going to lie, I spent a good chunk of the day sitting around watching 20/20 on TLC (basically all real life stories of people who killed and/or scammed their loved ones--why do I like this?) and wishing that someone would text me and ask me to do something with them. I should make this wish more often, because it actually came true! Yes and yes to very big burritos. And no it wasn't Frank who texted me, we have friends. I just don't want to put them on my blog without their consent, and I find it awkward to ask for consent. How can that even come up naturally in conversation?
Do you like burritos? What's the best burrito you've ever had?
Do you usually wear some kind of lulu-tastic workout clothes or old college t-shirts?
Can you "place your forehead on the floor" or do any challenging yoga poses?