Showing posts with label Operation: Hotness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Operation: Hotness. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Hey Genius,

Don't wear sweats when jogging.

You're going to sweat the balls that you don't have off...

Ewwwww.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

DANCING IS THE DEVIL!

So kickball is over and I need something to do, something to make me feel like Im doing something productive, something semi athletic.

So what did I do?

I signed up for a dance class. A hard core dance class that includes modern, hip hop and some other type of dancing into it. Now while I am expert booty dancer, and I dance some salsa and merenge I have never had any formal instrucion.I've never danced with structure, and beat counts and technique requirements. The 6 months of ballet class I took when I was like 5 do not count. Im mean Im pretty sure I was awesome at the plie and piroutte but my parents decided that any type of dancing comes from the devil and they shattered my ballerina dreams.

I start class today and Im super excited, Im ready to get my ass kicked and get all Flashdance up in that dance studio, if not I'll just bust out some Miss New Booty moves because those moves, those moves always work.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Ouch!

The shin splints have struck! They fing hurt people. I got up once again to run this morning at the butt crack of dawn only to almost collapse while jogging because the shin splints, they attacked. Hard.


It's probably not smart that Im wearing heels today either, but damm. Yes, I stretched so no it's not that.

According to Rice University:

"The treatment for shin splints is rest."

Ummm no, that's not going to work for me. Im on Operation: Shakira
as In Im putting in two hours of jogging every day for the next two weeks. I know, I know I need rest in between. This is Operation: Shakira which basically winds down to me wanting to lose some weight quickly before the Shakira concert in San Antonio next week. After that I plan on reducing my running to 5 days a week and only once a day.

They also suggest:

"One can often substitute cross-training activities (e.g., bicycling) for running to help increase the interval between running days."

That's not going to work either, I hate, hate, hate to bike.

Also:

"However the most important preventive strategy is not to repeat the mistakes that lead to the injury. Examine all the training variables – surface, shoes, training volume, intensity, workout type, hills, weather conditions, etc."

Surface: Im running on asphalt, ouch! I hate to run in-doors though, yuck the threadmill. Plus I like the hills.

Shoes: I have kick ass running shoes. So no it's not them.

Training volume: I've run three times in less than two days, so this is probably my problem. However, I already told you about Operation: Shakira.

Intensity: It can't be this cause I've been taking it semi-easy, I want to be hot but I don't want to die.

Work out type: Huh? I thought we were talking about running.

Hills: Yeah I run lots of those, it makes my ass hot. So no Im not giving them up and well I can't really make the hills go away.

Weather conditions: Maybe the humidity irritates the shin splints?

The final piece of advise:

"Seek help from a qualified trainer or coach."

Yeah I don't have money for that.

In conclusion: LONG LIVE THE SHIN SPLINTS!

Monday, September 11, 2006

Emma, what are you doing blogging at 6 a.m.?

Oh Dear Blog, Im just cooling off from my 5 a.m. run.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

My Body Model

So I've been on a little bit of a weight loss journey for about a month now, the exciting thing is that I've lost 10 pounds in a month, which is really healthy and Im looking better! That's the best part. Im not going to share with you what I was weighing, what I am now, and I what I want to be. However I did do this body model to show how the whole journey has been going or should go.

When I started.

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Now.

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Where I hope to be.

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