when I said I wanted a challenge this wasn't what I had in mind...
After a years worth of begging, wheedling, reasoning and ordering my dear hubs finally persuaded me that he should buy a BIG TV.
What I didn't forsee was the conversation upon leaving the store.
"Hey Babes, you're doing that challenge right? Do something new every day?"
"Yep that's the one..." *something starts feeling suspicious*
"Have you actually decided what to do yet?"
"Well, I was going to go to Pilates but I'm too late now...." *definite suspicion forming*
"How about you carry this thing to the car then? Get going"
*sigh*
It's the kind of thing that doesn't feel heavy at first....you know, wow, it's even easy - but 5 minutes down the line it starts weighing a lot. Then a minute later the weight doubles. And then triples.
The damn thing eventually got to the car, with a lot of "hey, be careful" and "don't drop it".
I'll drop him.
You can't imagine how the conversation went when I suggested that money could have been put to charity. Apparently that's not even something to joke about.
I didn't feel that that was quite enough to class as a "new" thing, so I also decided to try out a couple of new yoga moves....boom, day one.
Tasha and Amber opted for gardening today. Apparently that's completely new to them - I didn't want to have the conversation that wondered how you can get to 21 without doing any gardening....
This morning I also decided it was time for W3D1, and that because I *can* already run, that I'd use it as fartlek training (speed intervals). Now there's one thing you probably don't know about me. I'm asthmatic. It's not usually a huge problem, I manage it well. But today was humid. You know, that sort of air that feels like you're breathing water. Apparently my lungs don't like that.
On the first interval I realised that my heart was actually going to explode and that my lungs would crawl out of my throat.
The second interval I realised that I sounded like Godzilla's overweight, aged mother. Oh well, just keep going....
The third interval was downhill. Oh sweet blessed downhill, I felt like my feet had grown speed boosters. That was until my shorts started falling down. Oh come ON. So as I'm speeding downhill, faster than a decrepit snail....I mean, speeding bullet....I realise that my stomach is hanging out over my shorts and that my top has ridden up. Crap. Time to try and pull my shorts up without losing stride. Uhoh, not possible. Ok, look cool dammit. Great, now they're falling down at the knees. Ah man. So with the trademark hop, skip and a jump I managed to install my shorts where they were supposed to be. For about 60 seconds.
At this point I made an executive decision that Crawley would just have to put up with my stomach. Sorry to anyone who passed me, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made and I feel that it is only fair that the populace of Crawley makes a sacrifice at some point.
The rest of the run passed in much the same way, until one of my favourite running songs came on.....and there was a bus. It was full. So I decided to do my "real runner" face and run. It felt pretty good :D Shame that after I'd slowed down round the corner the bus came round the corner too. Oooops.
It only took 30 minutes, but I'm pretty sure my lungs will never be the same again. They'll learn....
What I didn't forsee was the conversation upon leaving the store.
"Hey Babes, you're doing that challenge right? Do something new every day?"
"Yep that's the one..." *something starts feeling suspicious*
"Have you actually decided what to do yet?"
"Well, I was going to go to Pilates but I'm too late now...." *definite suspicion forming*
"How about you carry this thing to the car then? Get going"
*sigh*
It's the kind of thing that doesn't feel heavy at first....you know, wow, it's even easy - but 5 minutes down the line it starts weighing a lot. Then a minute later the weight doubles. And then triples.
The damn thing eventually got to the car, with a lot of "hey, be careful" and "don't drop it".
I'll drop him.
You can't imagine how the conversation went when I suggested that money could have been put to charity. Apparently that's not even something to joke about.
I didn't feel that that was quite enough to class as a "new" thing, so I also decided to try out a couple of new yoga moves....boom, day one.
Tasha and Amber opted for gardening today. Apparently that's completely new to them - I didn't want to have the conversation that wondered how you can get to 21 without doing any gardening....
This morning I also decided it was time for W3D1, and that because I *can* already run, that I'd use it as fartlek training (speed intervals). Now there's one thing you probably don't know about me. I'm asthmatic. It's not usually a huge problem, I manage it well. But today was humid. You know, that sort of air that feels like you're breathing water. Apparently my lungs don't like that.
On the first interval I realised that my heart was actually going to explode and that my lungs would crawl out of my throat.
The second interval I realised that I sounded like Godzilla's overweight, aged mother. Oh well, just keep going....
The third interval was downhill. Oh sweet blessed downhill, I felt like my feet had grown speed boosters. That was until my shorts started falling down. Oh come ON. So as I'm speeding downhill, faster than a decrepit snail....I mean, speeding bullet....I realise that my stomach is hanging out over my shorts and that my top has ridden up. Crap. Time to try and pull my shorts up without losing stride. Uhoh, not possible. Ok, look cool dammit. Great, now they're falling down at the knees. Ah man. So with the trademark hop, skip and a jump I managed to install my shorts where they were supposed to be. For about 60 seconds.
At this point I made an executive decision that Crawley would just have to put up with my stomach. Sorry to anyone who passed me, but sometimes sacrifices have to be made and I feel that it is only fair that the populace of Crawley makes a sacrifice at some point.
The rest of the run passed in much the same way, until one of my favourite running songs came on.....and there was a bus. It was full. So I decided to do my "real runner" face and run. It felt pretty good :D Shame that after I'd slowed down round the corner the bus came round the corner too. Oooops.
It only took 30 minutes, but I'm pretty sure my lungs will never be the same again. They'll learn....
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Also, have a look-see in our little shop. I have linked the shop to my eBay account where the Snailstalkers team have taken to arts and crafts! Tash will be contributing some canvas paintings and I have been busy making jewelry and other knick-knacks (coming are a candle holder and a hair clip!). I have also just finished making a little model of "Berk" from the cartoon show TrapDoor for darling hubs - he's tried taking him to bed with him. Berk is not for bed. He's still wet >.< Anyway, I've included photos of my projects below - such a steep learning curve, but hey, that's another blog post xD
We have raised £1.00 now via Google Ad-Sense, so please, keep following those adverts that look good to you :D It's all free for you and maybe you'll discover some great deals!
Also, have a look-see in our little shop. I have linked the shop to my eBay account where the Snailstalkers team have taken to arts and crafts! Tash will be contributing some canvas paintings and I have been busy making jewelry and other knick-knacks (coming are a candle holder and a hair clip!). I have also just finished making a little model of "Berk" from the cartoon show TrapDoor for darling hubs - he's tried taking him to bed with him. Berk is not for bed. He's still wet >.< Anyway, I've included photos of my projects below - such a steep learning curve, but hey, that's another blog post xD
So, what have I learnt today?
For goodness sake don't let modelling clay dry out whilst you're still using it and NEVER, NEVER allow someone to film you when carrying a TV that's bigger than you are....
That's me, over and out - good to see you again and remember, keep clicking (especially to go and buy stuff from our store!!).
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