Back again,
It's a holiday here, so I was able to have a good morning workout while DH watched the children. I love days that he's home. I did the 30 min run (fantastic fall morning out there), added on 3 sprints and 60 walking lunges at the end, then did BootCamp Core premix, and a 22 min Namaste yoga. All in all, a very enjoyable morning.
I figured out why I had so much good energy the last few days - pms. I got my period this morning, and find that in the days leading up to it, I have much more strength and endurance than I usually do. By tomorrow I should feel like a deflated balloon.
Kirsten - the cake sounds really yummy. I'm taking notes.
Claude - lasagna and home made garlic bread----oh my!!!! I'm a bit like Garfield when it comes to lasagna. }( }( }( How are your legs feeling after GS Legs?
Amy - what's not to love about Cool Whip? It goes great on everything - pie....cake....toes (oops, said too much!).
Jennifer - is it plausible that you're carrying extra water weight due to the half-a-thon? I imagine you've been drinking tons of water to stay properly hydrated. It's hard to imagine that you can do that much running and still gain weight, unless you're binging on ice cream brownies every night. HIGH FIVE on completing the run!!! Are you happy with your time? How did it feel?
Karen - you were missed! I'm glad you had such a nice holiday. I gather from the sweaters that it must have been chilly, but then you have pics of the kids swimming! I know kids will take cold water as a personal challenge - how long did they stay in the water? Your boys look scrumptious. How old are they? And I take it the handsome man in the orange sweater is Jane's brother? You both look very happy together. And if you were on holiday and didn't *gain* anything, than that is a victory in itself. Good work!!!
Well, time to go, ah, do something productive I guess. Maybe go to Tim Horton's and get some fresh coffee for me and the DH. Now if that's not living up to a Canadian stereotype, then I don't know what is, eh?
Have a great day,
Sandra