Apparently the runs I do are full of blog worthy mentionings. Mentionings is not a word. Being outrun by someone is definitely something I have been used to my entire life. I will never win a marathon, hell, I will never win a 5K. I like my running like I like everything else in my life: slow as shit without exerting too much energy. I hate trying.
There’s a solid title.
Being that I work in ALL things fitness-y and work out a lot, I enjoy wearing fitness clothing basically exclusively. Which is just the best. Tonight, I decided to check out a local
watering clothing hole and try some shit on.
This morning, I went for a run as I’m training for my next 5k on May 13th with the MEC race series. Yeah, I need to train for that shit as I’m horrible at cardio/running/anything that involves going faster than a walking pace. I mean, I WAS horrible at all of this until my major influx of fitnessing since last August.
“We’re almost done, I promise!” – empty promises held by fitness instructors.
And yet, I still believe them. Don’t we all? This is my review of the relatively new business here in YEG called Xtend Barre. Come with me now on this magical journey in which I cannot feel my legs today, but damn is it a good pain.
I’ve been doing yoga steadily on and off (which…doesn’t make sense) for about 5 wonderful years. For the past year, it’s been more ON than OFF, which is why failing at a yoga pose you know you can somewhat do is just peachy as hell and definitely not at all a huge bummer.
I’ve been in an angry shit mood for a bit now, with hints of goodish/funish/okayish moments in between the garbage ones. These funks happen every once in a while, but they usually go away without any public embarrassment aka crying on the bus or making up bullshit fights with my husband in my head and then being angry at him upon him being in my presence. Life is great when you’re ability to chill has lost its fleek.