Here are a few random quotes I've read (and, okay, in one case written) in the last 24 hours, all from fit women who seriously weight train: BUT I still detest the way that I look in a bathing suit without something around my waist. I can't break through my max and have been feeling shi-tay about it We can't really compare ourselves to other people, we just have to compare ourselves to our previous selves. I don't look good in a bikini yet, but I look way better than I did 5-10 years ago. I was so mad after I failed (the lift) the second time I punched the side of the rack.
How about we replace those with:
I don't care if my thighs are big, I still look shmexy in my bathing suit.
Damn, I bench 185 and some day I'll bench even more. Strong pecs, ftw.
I look way better than I did 5-10 years ago.
After I failed the lift the second time, I realized it just wasn't my day. I'll get it next time.
xoxo
P.S. In case you're wondering, I didn't break any bones in my hand. I punched the rack with the side of my fist. Ahem.
Well, yes, my scores were "on hold" till I provided proof that I am in fact certified in adult, child, and infant CPR and AED, but having taken care of that little administrative detail and waited the requisite 5 to 7 business days after such proof was received and accepted, I came home yesterday after a somewhat annoying and pretty tiring day to find my results in my e-mail inbox. I assume my esteemed blog guests all have above average reading comprehension and the detail orientedness to actually look at and process blog titles, so you know how this came out. I got 115 questions right which apparently equals an 84. That's a solid B. Not bad for an old women in surgical menopause who probably forgets what she's had for breakfast a good four days out of seven, if you ask me.
Now if someone will just take pity on me give me a chance and hire me.
Besides the good news in my inbox yesterday, the tiring, annoying day wasn't a total wash in other ways either. Don't mean to suggest it was. Other nice and/or interesting things happened. I got a pedi. My nails are now hot pink and ready for summer. Of course, it's supposed to rain most of the long weekend and be like 50 degrees tomorrow in particular, but if any sandal wearing weather should miraculously occur, my feet are ready! And, more germane to this blog's purported topic, I tried a new exercise at the gym: seated good mornings.
That guy used a little more weight than me. Just, y'know, a few plates.
I looked considerably less shmexy than her doing mine.
But my ROM was way better than his. (My nose and forehead touched the bench. Go big or go home, muthafuckuhs.)
On the other hand, I did have to foam roll the hell outta my lower back this morning. Ahem.
xoxo
P.S. Administrative note: sorry about the extra commenting step, but I got a sudden influx of annoying blog spam and continually deleting it was too much of a pain in the ass.
I'm not the most rabid of hockey fans (as you may know, my poor abused heart belongs to the Red Sox) but that game last night was the best hockey game EVAH. The images of Reimer lying on the ice after the winning goal were very poignant, though.
2.) Mirin' my cool shirt?
My friend Hammie designed it. Check out her shop. Her cartoons are great and her customer service is unparalleled. When I mentioned that the original shirt I ordered was a bit snugger than I anticipated, she arranged for me to exchange it, even though I'd already worn it to the gym and sweated all over it.
3.) Hard decisions
I think it's awesome that Angelina came forth with the news she had a prophylactic double mastectomy after testing positive for the breast/ovarian cancer gene mutation. Um, not that it's awesome that she had to have this major surgery, obviously. Awesome that she was upfront about it and that her difficult decision may be encouraging to other women facing the same.
I'd have asked for the super-cool, trendy $200 Beats ones, but my kid is poor. Heh. Seriously, I like these a lot. Wore them lifting yesterday and was pumped not to have to keep popping an earbud back in between sets.
