Day 3 - the pain

The saying it hurts so good in relation to working out is a BIG FAT LIE – not a little white one (although I don’t like that saying). It’s the lie of all lies. Today the trainer had us do a 1 mile run and then a circuit series consisting of thrushes, reverse bicep curls, pushups, pelvis curls, and some other nonsense. Yeah you are thinking oh that’s not so bad until you find out that after that mile that you ran at 5:35am when you had determined that sleeping in was more fun than not being the fat friend that you have to do the circuit 3 times and then run another mile. But I D-I-DID it! – and my body didn’t fail, well; not all at once.

You can see the progression of my failure…body failure that is:

Arms

I presently am sporting a few extra tresses as a reminder of my recent vacation. Generally I will not walk out my door looking like I didn’t attempt to get ready to meet the man of my dreams but today – well, with my luck I’ll meet him. Why? Because I have a half of a ponytail…yes just a half of one. I got home pumped that I’d accomplished my days task – and already talked myself into going back another time this week. I had my supplies on deck (blow dryer, curling iron, misc. product) to beautify my situation….and then my arms said no thank you after three brush strokes and a half dried head. What is a girl to do? I live in the city so no one lives close to me (I like short suburban girls to be my friends) and if I had a wig you can’t put it over weave. So I said a silent prayer to God that I not look a complete wreck as I go to my office job and one painful brush at a time, managed to trap my hair at the back of my head.

The arm bone is connected to the leg bone

Now I’m dressed, blessed with a ponytail, lunch packed and ready to go! Or so I thought. I am wearing jeans to the office today because I’ll be spending some meaningful time with kids (and my coworkers) when I leave the office… to work in the field. Because my hair is in half a ponytail I can’t just throw on my weekend jeans, timbs and hoodie (see: Philly born) so I jazz it up a bit. I’m Janaan (http://findingjanaan.blogspot.com)  casual – well a little more than Janaan casual… I have on jeans, a cute white tee, tan blazer and tan miz mooz heels – my new favorites until I can wear my new green suede heels.  I grab my bags, and lock the door. I’m ready for the day and *GASP* on time…. Then I hit the steps. I’m now convinced that the devil created steps. With every bend and step my legs sent a surging pain directly to the nerve that makes my eyes water.

The leg bone is connected to my brain

So now I’m without arms and legs but I’m at work and halfway cute with half a ponytail…. I’m excited about the progress I’ve made and frustrated that I’ve not made more. My friends would say but you fractured your right ankle, sprained your left one, have severe chronic asthma, you just did a 5k and you played softball… my side stomach and back fat tell other stories. But I’m motivated to make a change in my life… starting with the woman in the mirror…pumped, hype and then my eyes blink and don’t want to open back up. I went to bed before 10pm, I’ve been eating a balanced diet, and I’ve even added a vitamin to help with my nutrient overload deficiency. So why workout fairy is it 10am and I’m ready for my 3pm nap?!

When I think I should feel like one of BeBes kids with too much energy, I feel like the wicked witch of the west and someone just threw water on me… I’m melllltttinngggg. I hope I gain my form back because I have to walk/jog tomorrow.