When it comes to working out, I am a total glutton for punishment. I am in this cycle where I get super out of shape, get motivated, have to work super hard to get back into shape, get into great shape, get burnt out, and get out of shape again. Over, and over, and over. I try to tell myself that it's normal, and natural. Right. Normal and natural like orange colored chocolate.
Like, after the marathon, I needed to take a break for a bit. That's normal. Good, even, according to most experts. It isn't healthy to push your body that hard, and then not give it a minute. I think it took me 4 months to start running again. Oops. That's probably longer than you should give it. Just a guess.
Then, I got in great shape again for the triathlon, and CRUSHED my time goal. I set a pretty high bar for future sprint triathlons, in fact. So what did I do after that? I quit working out. Oops. Granted, right after the triathlon our world got turned upside down, but still. Taking 12 weeks off was not part of the plan. Thankfully, packing and moving boxes counts towards daily activity, otherwise I would have gained all of the weight in that 12-ish weeks. No exercise and all of the ice cream and cookies does not equal maintaining a leaner physique.
Hi, my name is Kristen, and I stress bake.
And now here we are again. Life finally got to the point where I needed the endorphins again, because "Happy people don't kill their husbands", or something like that. I also have a triathlon in April, and I'm feeling the pressure to improve on my time. So to the gym we have gone. Last week really kicked it off for us, we managed to go 3 times.
And then we even went again tonight! My life has devolved into that place of perpetual muscle soreness lately. I have been sending Ammon really sexy text messages lately about how my legs are going to revolt against me, and how going to the bathroom hurts my abs. Also, when we get home from the gym and have to walk upstairs to our apartment, he walks behind me, "just in case you can't make it on your own". That flight of stairs manages to look just like Mt. Everest after the gym. It's a cruel, cruel trick.
Another fun fact is that we dropped our old gym tonight like a ton of bricks, and got a fancy new membership at a place that is much nicer. It's also cheaper! Yay for corporate membership deals, and Ammon having a big boy job!!!