Saturday, on the tread$#!~@mill. At work.
And it only took me 35 minutes! I thought I would die. But ... I stuck it out.
Saturday morning here in D.C. was cold. Windy-24 degree-F-windchill-cold. Bex sucked it up and joined her group for a 9-mile arctic run, while I debated and hemmed and hawed and finallly got myself to work where there is the choice of treadmill (inside) or trail (outside!) I went for the mill.
I don't know how some people do this treadmill thing day after day! More power to you. I was sucking air and thought I would faint. And that's before I turned it on.
Saturday afternoon, I did a yoga video ("Yoga for Weight Loss") in the comfort of my toasty warm living room.
And Sunday morning did "Yoga for Beginners" because I couldn't bear to go for a walk outside. A pattern develops. I have an aversion to cold.
Tomorrow morning: Spinning! With the guy I want to um, see more of!
In other news, I've stolen Jon's goals. It's OK though, he said I could have them. (I don't need the chocolate one though, cuz that would mean adding chocolate to my diet, but thanks anyway, Jon.)
Let's see, any other news??
Oh yeah. I had one drink (an Irish coffee, sans whipped cream) with Bex tonight at 6:00 (my first alcohol in months) before bellringing practice at 7:45. On the way back from bellringing class, at 9:15 p.m., there's an intersection where there's a little cutout allowing you to take a right on red. Which I took. And noticed there was a nice hefty Volvo in front of me. And no traffic which would cause said Volvo to stop. But stop he did. And then so did I. Only...not quite fast enough. Ka-boom.
No one was injured. Especially not the Volvo, which is built like a Hummer. Though of course the guy (no doubt a lawyer) wanted all my insurance info, just so he can proceed to put me through hell.
I'm not saying the two things are related (one drink, one Volvo). I'm just saying ...