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.
My music player had died in the night so I made a nice bed of softness and plugged it’s heart in.
While I waited for her to wake up, I did what only motivated got to do it now person woulda, and got out my computer and my mile long headphone string.
I danced and moved and zib zabbed in a diameter space of 6 feet.
I was deeply out of breath without the breaks of jogging down the driveway.
Music players heart had started beating at a good percentage so I got that on my head and got the steel wagon behind my arms and my son on top of it and jogged on the wet grass. Up hill and down hill. Then proceeded to kick around a kid soccer ball with him.
46 minutes of a higher intensity today. Yes.
I had plugged and pressed play and prilled up my April day.
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.