I’m exhausted. I’ve physically pushed my limits this week, but in that really good I think it would be better if a mountain lion gnawed off my legs way. Running nearly 18-miles on Sunday combined with yesterday’s 10-miler and all the other workouts in-between earned me was a well deserved date night last night.
As a general rule, Runner Susan’s alcohol limit is two glasses of wine – three and she falls asleep in the car on the way home from date night. If I remember correctly, Runner Susan had two glasses of wine before she even left the house last night. Then she had a glass or five during dinner. And then, perhaps a little late night Nocello passed her lips.
And since last night’s mascara is still smeared all over my face in the following video, I’m willing to wager that I went a little over-board in the adult beverage department. I’m so classy that way. I’m not sure what happened to the lipstick, but I’m guessing Michael could fill you in there.
Today you’ll notice how my torturer, Cindy, ties me up and throws heavy balls at me. Repeatedly. Which I feel is a little unfair considering my delicate condition. You’ll also notice that my plate runners have terrible form today; my butt gets way too high.
Again, this is just a snippet of the workout to measure my progress. We repeat all these exercises times three and do so much more than what is in these videos. Oh, and feel free to skip the stretching at the end; again it’s just a personal measure of progress for me. And by personal I mean for the entire Internet.
If there’s an important lesson to be learned here, it’s this: Never tell your trainer when you have a hangover.