So, this is my new form of self-gratification entertainment: Lately, I’ve been Youtube binging on other runners who also have spiraled down the deep rabbit hole of nature cardio. Trail jogging junkies. And, I’m not even going to pretend that it’s like my other view gorge seshes. No. This shiz is next level. It’s like porn for your feet. The moment I watched the above one, the skin of my.. Read More
How d’ya survive a 21 day ab challenge? Put your trainer and time on mute.
I caught myself saying that annoying thing the other day. “I wish I had a tighter tummy…” Not out loud – mind you. Can’t let my entourage that doesn’t exist think for even a second that my self-confidence is wavering whatsoever. Rather, it was one of those annoying self-talk things that speaks to you in such a subconscious whisper that it makes your brow furrow in discontent and your breathing.. Read More
Fitbit: Yes, but will it hold up in the zombie apocalypse?
So, this isn’t news but it’s news to me. I wrote a thing a couple weeks back about how dumb smartphone watches seem to my abstract conceptualization of them (and my lady brain who thinks no one could follow Connery’s Bond timepiece version – so why try?). In that article, I mentioned my overwhelming desire to get a Fitbit – a pie in sky plan that thrived and died in.. Read More
Carpe Diem versus Carping Daily
Once upon a time (last month) I was doing what I always do when I “don’t wanna” start my workout: looking on Instagram at the fit-spirational quotes and idioms that are supplemented with pretty pictures. This practice generally helps me get over my bratty-kid-brain part, reminds me that “want” is not an option, and auto ass kick myself into gear. However, that day, it sparked more in me than the.. Read More