So this brings me to my months completion of exercise.
I didn’t do anything for Day 28 or 30 but the 29th I logged in a 30 minute danceable, situps from a tree dealio.
I’m not surprised that there aren’t any huge noticable differences in physical size. I can guess that my arms and legs are the most strongest and my stomach is a lot less smaller than it would be if I hadn’t done this at all.
I did notice however that on my calender, the days I didn’t exercise ( I coloured in the days that I did ) made a dog shaped animal. I also noticed that if I missed a day, I tended to add that in on a post where I did. As if that would make me feel better for not doing it.
‘ I didn’t run yesterday BUT i DID on this day..’ Oh silly.
I didn’t push myself to the dreading and getting it done stage. I don’t think that’s how exercising should be done. I went gentle on myself. I went at my pace and missed a few days and didn’t go all bat nutty on myself if I did.
The mental state is the good of it. I just feel a little stronger, both mentally and physically, and that’s kinda cool.
Here’s to starting May out with a goal of situps every now and then. 😉
Besides the 12 sit ups I did in bed at two thirty am last night because I couldn’t get to sleep, I did zilch for 26th.
27th however, woulda blowed the hairs off your ankles.
61 minutes of go, go and more go.
I felt like throwing up after it was all done and did.
I was the dancer of the early eve as I kept on going until my heart felt like it was a rock that was going to shoot out of my chesticle like a firework on drugs.
I ran around with son, chasing a mini football. Did a really sweet handstand on top of the hill in the front yard.
I did the craziest tree activity I have in the past few years, ( err.. or ever ) hanging around like a monkey who’d eaten too much cake. Pulling myself up with just my arms, then just my legs, moving sideways with nothing other then my stomach muscles doing the work.
After that my calves were aching and sooted with tree bark.
Then I came in and sat.
Then wrote this.
And afterwards, you can guess I’ll be sitting some more.
Welp, Day 21 was a total bustaloo.
And it weeped itself into Day 22 but I pulled myself together and out of anger/sad I mega ab focused in the basement. I may have cried two or three times in my 20 minute workout but I felt better when I was finished.
40 minutes. The first 20 to do with jogging and linear movement that contained the length I did not have a lot of yesterday.
My headstand wasn’t as impressive today but I did crunch down and hold more than my 90 degree angle. I dangled from the tree again, did a few situps with my feets hooking me onto the limbs and then I did some dancing ab focus.
Then I went up in the garage attic and got the hula hoops down. I am no pro. But I am a funner. I tried my neck, my arm, and my knee caps and my stomach was hurting just from laughing at myself.
Then I got on the four wheeler and blew my fantastic stink off.
Next to 13, two more days of 1 plus hours outside. The warmth really boosts the drive, that is for certain.
I don’t plan what I do out there. I just go with whatever I feel in the music.
For instance, today I dangled from a tree, spreading myself around it like nutella on toast. I also did an intense headstand. Since I can remember, I’ve always been great at them. Now I’m getting in a 90 degree angle with my legs.
Yesterday I flung myself around like an Oreo on Cheerio wheels. I ran about 3 miles.
All in all the theme of the past four exercises has been me doing certain flings and flungs that stretch and work out muscles. Also known as… toning?
And this post… also known as displaying a subconscious mind level of… food.
I may have missed Day 11 and Day 12, but today- Day 13- Wowza manowza. One hour and 13 minutes I was out there. Dancing my heart out in the warmth. A tank top on. I repeat: a tanktop. Pretty dang wonderful. The warmth certainly gave me the boost and knowing that I had missed two days of movement. Gosh. Ima’ gonna sleep good tonight. That music just hit me in the boost of a spot.
I feel sore today from my side work in Day Nine.
And today is snow flurries and cold cold cold.
So we moved it inside.
Storage room, cement floor, large mirrors and enough space to get the heart rate going. Heck, you could be sitting in a one foot by two feet cubicle and still have a heart race.
Even though I was sore in my ab area for some reason I chose to work that part more.
Pain drives some people I suppose, and I happen to be one of them.
8:28am, the earliest I’ve been out running this year with my touqued head and booted foots.
There were bits of snow falling- as if the sky couldn’t decide whether or not it was allowed to birth these tiny white freckles.
I ran hard again and my nose was cold
but the sun was shining.