So, my sister-in-law, who knows I "run" now, texted me, asking if I wanted to do something called a "warrior dash." Not entirely sure what it was, I checked it out online.
Holy shit.
It's 3.1 miles, which I'm comfortable with. It's the other stuff that scares me. Like the fire. And the barbed wire. And the fire.
I'm officially registered. Husband is too, along with some other friends, which makes it a little less scary and a lot more fun. In the meantime, I'm "training." So far this week, this has meant coming home from work and collapsing on the couch in a fit of exhaustion. I need motivation, I thought, snuggling a little deeper into the couch. I need to be held accountable...
And here we are again. Today was my first productive "training" day this week--I got on the elliptical and made what felt like a very unnatural movement with my legs for 45 minutes. It was actually my first experience with an elliptical, and I came dangerously close to falling off a couple different times (I let go of the bar to grab water). Am I just extremely uncoordinated, or are these things cleverly disguised machines that will bring an end to civilization? I've seen Transformers, people. I know what I know. Don't be fooled by their user-friendly Quick Start option...they want your blood.
I used to call the Elliptical the "hell Machine". Actually I still call it that, but I learned to LOVE it in the end and really miss not having a gym to go to use one :( Uber-jelly at the moment.
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