545 AM Crossroads Bootcamp

I have been talking about waking up early and getting my workout on for...YEARS!  I always thought about awesome it must be to get up, get your workout done and not have to worry about it after work or later in the day?  Well, I finally did it.  I did it this morning.  And it feels great!

Usually, I SAY I'm going to get up and then when the alarm goes off I can justify snoozing for about 2 more hours but today was different.  Today, I was at risk of looking like a total flake to a new friend and so when the time came I couldn't back out.   Yesterday, said friend asked me to get  up and workout at 545 and I was all SURE! I'll be there!   But in the back of my mind I was thinking...suuuuuuuuuuure I'll be there (wink wink.)   I'm awful at saying no (Just ask the Alpha Sigma Alpha directory sales women or the young adults selling magazines door to door for inner city kids in Philadelphia even though we live in KC.  I bought both.)

So, instead of flaking out and looking like a total lazy bum I set my alarm and actually got up.  No snoozing at all.  The workout went by crazy fast. Then I had some breakfast, took a quick nap, and lounged around the house for an hour before I finally got moving for work. Which still put me ahead of schedule.

I know I've said I'm going to do morning workouts a million times but I might actually make them a regular addition to my week....well, not EVERY day, but maybe a couple days a week!  I feel greeeeat!

On My Mind This Week

These last couple weeks have been a roller coaster of emotions and craziness.  It feels like every time I get a handle on one thing...another things needs attention.  I suppose that’s just life though.   So here are a few things that have been rolling around in my head the last week or so:

• Work is still hit or miss.  I think I had a pretty decent October; however, somedays my phone barely rings.


• My love affair with Fusion Fitness has taken a little bruising since the remodel (which produced monumental amounts of dust.) I'm super excited for the remodel to be complete and we can get back to taking our shoes off.


• Which brings me to my next topic.  I cheated on Fusion with Crossroads Bootcamp and loved it.  Bootcamp is a closer drive as it’s on the way to/from work so I’m going to use the 12 session Groupon I bought and then make an informed decision as to stick with Fusion or switch to Bootcamp for a while....I can’t (aka refuse) to pay for both.


• Hubs and I had a conversation (well really I talked and Hubs listened) that might have been better had under different circumstances (someone, I'm not pointing fingers here, might have had a little too much wine before said conversation) but the jest of it went like this:  be an active part of our little family (me and our puppies), do some chores once in a while or I’m keeping my townhouse to ensure I will have a place to live when I get tired of cleaning up after him---Sooooo.  Dramatic.  Well, now he’s being super helpful and present and while I love it; I also feel like I might have been a little hard on him...after all, he is my husband and I really didn’t mean to scare him into thinking if he didn’t get over his aversion to loading the dishwasher I was going to leave him.


• (For any boys that read these posts, I apologize in advance)  Earlier this week I was on the receiving end of a Hysterosalpingogram and we found out that all my lady parts are working fine.  (You know, in the baby making department.)  The doctor assured us everything was good and that this particular test had a tendency to raise the likelihood of baby making 10-15 and in some cases 20%....so, with no blockages and a higher likelihood of the baby making stars aligning we have definitely been thinking about what life would be like with a little Bambino in our house.


• Oh, and speaking of babies, I have been hoping for Baby Heide’s delivery this week but the little guy seems to be holding strong inside momma.  So we definitely have something exciting coming up in the next few days!  I cannot wait to meet this little guy!

Only one more day til the weekend. We have a pretty fun few days planned: bday party tomorrow night, game night Saturday, and a quiet Sunday home with Hubs watching football and eating pizza which I’m really looking forward to (the spending the day with Hubs part, not the eating pizza part although pizza is pretty darn yummy and a staple in our household.)

Duathlon or Fusion---Maybe Both

Dear Bill,

         Hi!  I’m a frequent participant in your events.  (I use the term “frequent participant” loosely considering I’ve only shown for ½ the events I’ve registered for thus far this year.  And I’m on the fence about the upcoming race this Sunday.)  While my participation is questionable, one thing is not---your website. You use the same format for all the KLM events and while I’m down with convenience; your websites NEVER work.  They freeze, the buttons don’t work, and my entire internet experience has been shut down more than once. 

         Now, I know what my husband would say, “use Firefox—it’s better.”  But Bill, I don’t wanna use Firefox.  I like Internet Explorer (as do millions of other Americans) and we have a right to a functional website.

          Anyway, the point is this:  I need to know when/where to pick up my race packet and what time to arrive at the race.  (Well, more importantly I need to know what time MY race starts so I can determine whether I even want to participate.)  I have a more enticing Burn and Butt Camp at Fusion Fitness I want to attend and you see Bill, Fusion is something that I truly enjoy and while racing can be fun when done in conjunction with a friend or husband (on the same course) this season of solo racing is not high on my priority list.  So, before I allow Hubs to drag me out of bed, load my bike, force feed me breakfast bars and 5 Hour Energies I want to make sure I can fit the Duathlon in before Fusion.  If not, I’m skipping and headed to Butt Camp.

        Without knowing for sure I can only believe it starts at 830 and at 830; I’ll never make it...especially with Hubs in tow—he’s the slowest person on the planet.  Not at racing; just in life.  (And by slow I mean he has a low sense of urgency.)  And when I’m in a big hurry and he isn’t the scenario goes like this:  foot tap, foot tap, yelling, “YOU ARE THE SLOWEST PERSON ON THE PLANET,” followed by lots of loud sighs and showing up late somewhere---which really isn’t good for our marriage.  The point is:  Can I fit the Duathlon in comfortably and still make it to Butt Camp?    

         So, Bill, in the meantime, one more wife is making her husband do things she could probably do on her own but is making him do it out of principal.  (The principal being I refuse to switch to Firefox because your website never works.) 

         Oh, and FYI Hubs is still mad he didn’t get a t-shirt from Jackson County last year—first come first serve never serves us since we usually show up moments before the starting bell.

I’ll see you at packet pickup.

Jillian

Maybe I'll Get Up at 5. Maybe I'll Hit Snooze. We'll See.

Today is my first day back to school.  Wow.  I still can’t believe I’m 30 years old and haven’t finished my undergrad.  How lame!

           The first day of school marks another busy semester with more events than one girl can possibly squeeze in.  Class.  Work.  Work.  AAKC dinner meeting (that requires me to actually talk in public.)  Followed by yet another class.  12 hour days are a little long for this girl.  And how is one girl suppose to fit it all in?  Well, she didn’t.  She missed Fusion.  (And yes, I’m talking in 3^rd person.)  I understand that on a day like today something’s gotta give but I think the most bothersome thing is Fusion was the first thing to get eliminated.  I suppose of all the items mentioned above the only truly expendable one is Fusion.   No one is paying to me to go.   No one is grading me on whether or not I show up.  And the only person that really cares about Fusion is me.  Sure, I pay to go but I buy the unlimited package so they get their money either way. 

          The point is this:  Fusion will only stay a priority if I make it one.  I’m finally starting to see REAL results.  I can’t remember the last time my tummy fat didn’t roll over the top of my underwear when I sat down and I don’t wanna go back there….unless of course that means we are cooking a baby. 

          When I first started going to Fusion I was going in the mornings—then I realized I like going at night better and tried to make it when I didn’t have class.  And then when summer classes ended I was making it almost every night.  And now I need it.  I need it to stay sane.  I need it to remind me to eat better.  I never in a million years thought down dog would turn into a relaxing position that I crave.

          So, what is a girl to do when all her waking hours are filled with stuff?   As much as I HATE to even  entertain this idea---I might have to try getting up in the 5’s and make it to early early Fusion (two earlies because prior to this thought the only days I saw 545 was on race day and even then I pouted the entire was to the event location.  Ask Hubs.)  The question is:  Can I do it?  And how many days will it take to get into the habit?  And how on earth and I’m going to get up at 5 when I don’t get home from class til 945?  (I need my sleep.  And by sleep I mean a solid 8-9 hours.  Yeah, we don’t have kids.)

          In all honesty, if I didn’t have an AAKC meeting tonight I could have made it to Fusion before class (which was my original plan until I was reminded by my trusty Google calendar that I had to network and generate business.)   So, maybe I will only have to get up at 5 on days when I have more crap than time. I know deep down inside the next day I have more crap than time; I will simply abandon Fusion and get all my obligations handled instead of getting up super early and squeezing it in.  However, I also know deep down inside that if I could get up, get Fusioned, and get showered before I was required to do anything; my days would be so much less stressful (scheduling wise.) 

         So, maybe tomorrow I will try to get up and get out of the house by 5 or maybe I'll set my alarm and snooze til 6 and then happily reset my alarm for 730.  We’ll see what happens.  One thing I know for sure:  I feel like I'm missing something important today.  And I don't like it.

Who Actually Knows Someone With 1/2 A Kid?

So, I have a ton of topics that need to be discussed, none worthy of their own post so here they are:

• I purchased the Laser Hair Removal Groupon a couple weeks ago but cannot get up the nerve to actually make the appointment.  I mean, I hate needles --- I cried like a baby when I was forced to take an additional measles shot when I was 19 (yeah, I know laser treatment isn’t NEEDLES but I’m just trying to give you a measuring stick for my pain tolerance.  It’s low.)  So, now every time I think about calling and making my first appointment I immediately get sweaty and nervous.  I think Hubs is gonna have to go with me….isn’t that why women get married?  So, they have someone to drag along on scary (albeit elective) appointments?


• Fusion is working.  I know it.  I can feel it in my legs and butt and shoulders and abs.  And I’ve noticed that every time I think I’m building up some sort of tolerance to the level of Fusion I’m doing there is a more advanced modification; and so begins the pain all over again.  I think that is why I love it.  When I started the only parts that got sore were my back, abs, and shoulders.  But the stronger I get the more deep I can feel the exercises.  It’s like a light goes off and I can finally understand what the exercise is SUPPOSE to feel like and I feel like such a dumbass because I’ve been actively participating in the exercise without being able to tell which part it was suppose to be working.  Maybe it’s because I wasn’t strong enough to work the parts intended or maybe it just takes a bit of practice.  Either way, it’s working.   I can tell--even if the scale doesn’t agree with me….


• Hubs and I’s relationship feels good.  We are as happy as we’ve ever been.  Or at least I am.  It’s amazing how putting a little bit of distance (aka independence) on things makes such a big difference.  I feel like I’ve owned the things I want to be doing: Pilates, reading, school, running, and not worrying so much about our schedules lining up.  Which in turn has basically put the urgency on him and he responded right away!  I felt the shift immediately and I have to admit…it feels kinda good


• Our finances have been locked down.  Hubs got his allowance and he finally seems to own the amount.  Before, he would qualify purchases (food, drinks, snacks, exercise, misc crap) item by item and day by day whether they fell in the allowance or debit card category.  But now, EVERYTHING falls in allowance and it makes a difference since I do't have to log in to see what he's spent before we go to dinner or something.  The Carter Family has two major financial priorities right now:  paying down bills and buying a house.   I think if we can keep up this pace we will be out of debt and living the American dream in no time; although I’m not sure the 2.5 kids fit in our plan so we might just have 1 or 2 (depending on the sex of the first one) and let Juls/Bret have the our extra 1.5/.5--then they can have an even 3 or 4.  That sounds easier than trying to have ½ a kid…I hope Juls and Bret appreciate our generosity!  

Oh, and since you brought it up---kids.  We're working on it (and that’s all I have to say about that)

I Think That Means It's Working

So, this morning I got up and my legs were super sore from last night’s Fusion. Which would normally invoke abandoning morning workouts and waiting til the evening but when I let the puppies out it was cool and overcast—the perfect running weather. So, what did I do? I got my running shoes and went for a quick two mile run before work. Let me say that one more time for those of you in shock, I went for a quick two mile run. Yes I went running. By myself.
         I’m not sure what has gotten in to me. I’ve been wanting to run ever since the weather turned cooler (which I suppose is only a few days but still...) and finally getting out there felt really good. My Garmin watch was dead so I don’t know exactly how long it took me but even if it was the slowest 2 miles of my life I'm still happy I did it.
         Speaking of running, I decided (all by myself with no pressure from Hubs) to run the KC Half Marathon again this fall. I was really proud of myself for running it last year and I think I owe it to myself to do it again. The training plan is fairly easy---just a few short runs on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday; so it’s not overwhelmingly hard or long. So, we’ll see how that goes….
          Oh, and I went to Fusion again tonight--now my legs AND butt are killing me. I think that means it’s working…

Dear Fusion Fitness

Dear Fusion Fitness,

           I owe you an apology.   On Friday while I was packing for my weekend getaway I thought I would try on a pair of shorts that could previously only be button under extreme strain to the stitching (you know, just to check my progess) and I was pleasantly suprised when they zipped right up without any struggle!  At that moment I was so proud and appreciative of your efforts to get my butt back in shape….

          But then.....the weekend happened.   The wine, the pan fried chicken, the bread pudding, the bacon cheese burger, the strawberry cheesecake, and the Senor Tequilas complete with a margarita that was so salty it made me wish I had a bone saw to cut off my wedding ring this morning. 

          When I woke up I was moving a little slow (a product of a long weekend I suppose) and contemplated skipping class this morning but I didn’t and you practically killed me.  Last week, I was only moderately embarrassed at my ability to keep up (the progress I was making was worth the embarrassment) but this morning was a whole other story;  I would have done anything for a magic trap door to open and inconspicuously lower me down into the floor so your other (more disciplined) clients wouldn’t have to listen to all the grunting and sighing as I tried my best to hold a simple plank…   

           Just so you know:  I’ve learned my lesson.  I will never take 4 days off AND eat crappily again…I promise.  Please forgive me?  How long are you going to punish me?  I know what I did was awful and you can’t just forgive and forget but I promise to show you that I didn’t mean it and I promise not to behave so badly again.  Please.  I would like to get things back to normal....maaaaaybe by the end of the week if at all possible?   

Anxious to fix our relationship,

Jillian

Scratch That

Scratch that previous post….too much rain made HUBS decide to bail on the freezing cold group workout!  I’ve never been so happy!

Group Workout - Take 2

So, today I’m going to attempt another group workout.  I know, I’m thinking the same thing, “Seriously?  Have I lost my mind?”  I'll know the answer to that question around 615.  This one's with the MTC group that Hubs signed up for because he was planning on doing the Lawrence 70.3....I of course abandoned that idea right away!  It’s biking (on the trainer) so no one will actually see how far behind I fall, followed by running on the track.  Now, I’m certain I will be passed about two million times but at least no one will actually be able to see the distance between me and the rest of the group since we will all be running in a circle.  YAY! 

On a separate and completely unrelated note:  it looks like we’re going to be closing on Hubs house in a couple weeks.   Inspection completed and issues finalized!  We are about to be a whole lot lighter…..

My First Duathlon

Today I did my first ever duathlon.  It was suppose to be the first triathlon of the season but it was so cold and rainy they changed it to a duathlon.  Yay—I was thrilled!  The thought of crawling into that freezing cold water to doggie paddle for 400 meter sounded like the most miserable morning of my life so I was happy to run the extra 2 miles required by the impromptu duathlon…. It was a 2 mile run (instead of swimming), followed by an 11.5 mile bike, and finally a 3 mile run.  I did ok.  I got through it and based on the stringent training plan—barely any workouts coupled with Corner Café cinnamon rolls and blue berry muffins slathered in butter (Thank. You. Hubs.) I’d say placing 60 out of 70 women was pretty darn good.  I’m totally satisfied with my results.   Hubs placed 102 out of 152 so he was happy as well.







As of now, I’m sitting on the couch---sore.  Everyone please keep your fingers crossed that I’ll be able to move tomorrow.

The Unemployment Experiement

It’s over and I did it!  I got my paper turned in, attended the AAKC meeting, spoke in public without peeing my pants and managed to make it through my oral interview in Espanol with only two major sweat attacks, yes, I said sweat attacks!  So, that was awesome!

My days as an unemployed stay at home wife and mother of two (puppies) is coming to an end.  On Monday I start my new position with MC Flooring!  (After I accepted this job, a company from the Apartment Association asked me to interview.  I have good relationships with several of their employees so of course I said, “yes!”  We worked out all the final details last Friday and I start the beginning of May.  It’s basically the exact same thing I was doing before just change pest control to flooring!  I think it should be a pretty seamless transition especially since I managed to stay pretty active in the AAKC during my hiatus.  Also, I have a little break from school after finals so I’ll have a couple months to really focus on work and building a solid base before I start summer classes—sometimes I get so frustrated that I didn’t finish sooner!  (PSA:  Kids, finish school early!  If you find you have no motivation to go to class, then perhaps you should take more classes.  This assessment is based on the unemployment experiment—you know, my life the last 2 months.)

Being home for two months really made me rethink a sarcastic joke my dad always makes when I'm complaining about being busy, he says, “a busy person is a happy person,” and after this little experiment in unemployment---I think that philosophy might prove true.   I’ve already looked at the gym schedule to see when I could fit in working out between work and class—which is sort of ridiculous considering I’ve pretty much taken the last month off from any sort of physical activity that doesn’t involve my husband. (Seriously, being unemployed is a full time job that sucks pretty much every ounce of initiative out of a girl!)  I did go for a bike ride today though...

So, until life starts again on Monday, the schedule is as follows:  Friday, I take Maggie to the puppy spa for her summer spa treatments (aka bath, nail clipping and lion cut), directly following?  A pep talk convincing Maggie that the other shelties made fun of her hair because they’re jealous of her trendsetting cut!  And taking a Spanish final on Saturday.  Stressful, I know!  Oh, and tomorrow night I need to pump Hubs up for his first day at Garmin!  Not that he needs it---he’s super excited and I’m super excited for him!

Yes, this last week of unemployment has taken laziness to a whole other level, but hey, I’m not planning on being unemployed again for a VERY long time;  so I might as well take advantage of the free time while I can!

Rock the Parkway 10k: Pre Race

Tomorrow is the big “Rock the Parkway” 10k with Laurie and Hubs (he’s doing the half marathon).  The weather does not appear to be on our side.  It’s suppose to thunderstorm and be an all around dreary day.  Normally, I would him/haw about how running in the rain is dangerous and it’s likely to get cancelled and we should probably just stay home.  But, not this race.  Laurie is running with me!  Laurie is a little nervous about the distance and possibility of fun…Yes, it’s going to be raining. Yes, it’s gonna be chilly.  Yes, it’s possible that we might be hit by a bolt of lightning.  But, I’m still pumped.  Why you ask? (If you are one of DaShaun’s friends or you read this blog for the deep thoughts and witty prose, you might be disappointed in my next statement.  I promise to not make the upcoming announcement a regular theme on jillianranee.com---except before race posts.)   What is this big announcement you wonder?  I got a new outfit!  A running outfit! Seriously, I couldn’t be expected to run in a thunderstorm without the proper rain attire, could I?  When I ran that idea by Hubs; he totally agreed and we headed to Dick’s.  Hubs left me alone to shop....I found a new technical shirt AND some new Nike capri pants to go with my new thunderstorm repellant jacket.  So, with Laurie and the new outfit…I’m super excited about our race.  Hubs was excited about my excitement:      

Me:  I got a new outfit!

Hubs:  Yay!  You are going to look all kinds of awesome!

Me:  Maaaaybe I should get a new outfit for every race….that would definitely get my excitement up about racing!   

Hubs:  Done.

Me:  Considering our current race schedule—you are going to buying me a lot of new outfits! 

Hubs:  I can’t wait!

Usually, I share our conversations because of their ridiculous nature…not today.  Tonight, I’m documenting this conversation verbal contract because it’s the closest thing to a legal binding agreement I can come up with and I want to ensure Hubs doesn't forget--have you seen our racing schedule?   I’m gonna have the sickest running wardrobe in the world!

Wanna Go For A Run? Circle YES or No or Maybe

So after this post a few days ago.  I can already see a difference in Hubs workout schedule.  He’s been trying to get his workouts in while I’m at school.  Or while I’m studying.  He’s really trying to make it more tolerable and fun for me.  Last night he wanted to go for a short run like ‘we used to.’   I was all, “Yes!  Let’s do it.”  Then I got home from school, was super tired, and my brain hurt from a Stats test…so I might have waffled on tying those shoes and getting an easy 3 miles in…so, what did I do?  I bartered for a better a time:

Me:  (Waaaaa) I don’t want to go….

Hubs:  Ok, if we don’t go running tonight can we get up and go in the morning?  Before work?

Me:  YES!  I promise.

Hubs:  You prooooomise?

Me:  Wait, I promise as long as it’s not still dark out….

Hubs:  Deal.

This morning, when Hubs woke me up for running it was totally dark not sunny out so I said 5 more minutes.  Every 5 minutes I asked for 5 more….until Hubs had to go to work.  Now, I actually feel guilty.  My goal is not to get Hubs to STOP working out, it’s to get back to place where working out with him was actually fun. 

So, here is my promise to Hubs:  If I say I will do a workout with you, and you wait to do it with me; I will not back out anymore.  I promise (for real this time.)

Swim/Bike/Run.....Everyday?

Last summer when Hubs and I first started doing “triathlons” together it was fun.  We would do a bike OR a run OR a swim in the evenings and usually on Saturday morning (unless I could talk him out of it.)  It was fun.  We would talk and hang out and giggle.  We did 3 triathlons and it was pretty fun; our goal was to finish and beat our previous time…if we could.  This winter while we were planning the upcoming summer he said he wanted to do a lot races.  And by a lot, I mean, every weekend.  Granted most of them are local and don’t really take that much time out of our weekends but seriously? If I’m going to agree to do something every weekend it better be something I enjoy. 

Which brings me to the point of this post:  Hubs has decided (technically he decided awhile ago, it just recently dawned on me what it was doing to my enjoyment of swim/bike/run) he is doing the Half Ironman.  And the ‘training’ plan comes with two a day workouts and distances my who-haa can not tolerate. (Seriously, I LOVE biking but sitting on my bike for 2.5 hours is not really my idea of fun!)  When we swim, the distances are so long that I have no interest in even going.  And as far as running is concerned—I HATE running (which is no secret) anyway, so upping the ante on running really doesn't bode well for my running shoes since he is all, “I’m going to run our next half marathon at a 2:15 pace”….which would be fine except I can’t keep up at 2:15 and the only reason I agreed to run 13.1 miles again was because we we're doing it together.   

Anyway, I’m trying to figure how to manage an overzealous husband with the need for a well balanced life outside of work and workouts.  I'm having a difficult time getting my bearings without also crapping on Hubs dream of being the next Chris Lieto...

Word for Today: ZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Yesterday, I ran 5.2 miles with Tyson.  Logged an hour at Fight Club with Dad.  And swam with Hubs.   I use the term “swim” loosely as I mostly just finished the remaining 550 meters on my Ironman and whined the rest of the time but I’m still counting it as activity. 

Today, I can barely muster the energy to type this post.  My hips feel like a 75 year old women.  My butt is still recovering from the most painful butt cramp I’ve ever experienced and my arms are just exhausted.

How did this happen?  Usually an increase in activity results in an increase in energy…at least or me.  I can't remember the last time my body was this tired!  It's only 930 and I already need a nap....

I Need to Stretch

Dear Title Boxing Club,

Will you please re-instate stretching before and after the brutal a** kicking you deliver class after class.  You used to put on some ‘let’s get it on music’ after class and walk us through a relaxing stretch.  Also, why have we stopped using the medicine balls at the end of class?  With the ‘new management’ abandoning every enjoyable exercise only requesting crunches, pushups, and mountain climbers, I’m just sore and miserable.  I don’t think you realize….stretching and variety is important. 

Also, my dad is coming and I was joking he would be one of the guys on the Bowflex commercials (you know, the one announcing he is a grandpa and can’t believe he is in the best shape of his life) he works hard the entire class so please show him some measurable results!  

Thanks,

Someone dying to be in a swim suit by April

Fitness in the Air

I’ve been trying to leave all the “workout” posts to Hubs; it’s the primary focus of his blog and I try not to steal his thunder.  (Speaking of Hubs’ website he just posted a riveting post about chafing--go check it out here.)  Anyway, last month Hubs signed me up to complete a full Ironman between Valentine’s and St. Patty’s day.  Who voluntarily agrees to moves themselves 140.6 miles?  To date I’ve completed roughly 2,000 meters in the swim—still need 2,000 more.  I’ve logged 50 miles on the bike—still need 62 more.  And as far as running the 26.2 miles—how does 1.5 sound?  Can you tell which leg of this Ironman I’m least excited about?  I don’t know what it is about running….it’s good for you, it helps you lose weight, it gives you energy, but I just HATE it.  Last summer I ran with Hubs a lot.  He LOVED it.  And I loved spending time with him.  But I just can’t get back at it.  Hubs always asks me to go and I can usually come up with about 45 reasons why I’m not going—“oh, it’s too late,” or “oh, I have homework,” or  “my tummy hurts,” or my personal favorite, a simple, ”no.”  But now, Laurie is in on the running too.  I’ve agreed to run the “Rock the Parkway 10k” with her.  So, this week I have no choice but to start running again…. 

Oh, and tonight I’m headed back to Fight Club with mom.  And dad.  After months and months of begging and pleading mom started going to fight club last spring and she really enjoyed it but then we stopped last summer.   And now she has agreed to come back!  I went back for the first time last week and it nearly killed me.  Mom doesn't take a simple 'no' when I say I don't want to do something so hopefully she will keep attending.  A little accountability never hurt anyone....  

If I keep this pace up--I will definitely be ready for swim suit season!

What to do? What to do?

Hubs is out of town for work---boooooo!  Well, boo might not be the right word since I'm not working and our puppies insist on eating.  So let me retract the aforementioned boo and insert.....a yay! Hubs is out of town for work----yay!  With Hubs out of town, I'm left to my own devices and since I've barely had any nights to myself since Hubs moved in I thought I would have tons of 'stuff that I never do b/c Hubs is always here' entertainment but it turns out I pretty much do all the stuff I used to do before Hubs moved in with Hubs here.  Looks like all the mystery is gone :)  Anyway, I'm pooped from fight club and sore from riding my bike 20 miles-ish (in the garage) and now I have two options:  study or DJ Hero.  What to do?  What to do?  DJ HERO?  You think I should play DJ Hero?  I think you're right!!!  DJ Hero it is....

24 Hour Fitness

Dear 24 hour Fitness, 

When you sold me on prepaying for a 3 year membership 3 years ago you promised me 'practically' free dues for the years after my 3 year membership ended and I remember thinking 'yeah right.'  Well, you were right.  I just received my bill for the upcoming year and it's only $53.  Yeah, that's right, $53.  $4.42 a month for the next 12 months.  I officially love you!  Not that I ever stopped loving you--we've just rekindled our romantic affair! 

I will never leave you now,  

Jillian

P.S.  If this is a mistake, please don't recalculate my dues!

A week in the life of Jill and DaShaun Vol 1

Things that I’ve learned about Hubs and I in the last week:

• If I yell (I mean yell) at Hubs;  he will still love me, try to fix what I yelled about, and assure me there is no need to apoplogize when I say I'm sorry.  (Sorry laaaaaadies, he’s aaaaall mine! ) 


• It has been suspected (by Hubs) that I have a tendency to sabotage our (Hubs and I’s) early morning group workouts by forcing Hubs to go out the night before.  Now prior to him bringing it up I hadn’t really thought about it but since he suggested it I’ve given it some thought....and I think subconsciously I might be guilty.  Let’s take a vote:  A. Cuddle with Hubs engulfed in a sea of down pillows, blankets, and puppies?  Or B. Get up early and run in an ice storm?  Maybe it wasn’t subconscious….