That's Dusty saying wuddup. He's surprisingly easy to photograph because he stares at the camera like he's bearing into your soul. He doesn't blink once, either.
ANYWAY, the cold front's over and it was BEAUTIFUL today, 42 degrees and the perfect day for a nice long run. Here's a picture of my backyard (not doing much justice for how nice it really was outside) and one from my kitchen. The kitch gets a lot of light so it's so nice in the mornings when it's nice and warm from the sunlight.
I ended up running 8.33 miles in 78:13. Not bad for me. I can run far, but I run pretty slowly. With the knee injury I'm really afraid of the pounding movement, so I'm icing it up right now and hoping I can squeeze in something light tomorrow without it acting up. I am hoping to run more at school because the gym gets absolutely chaotic this time of year. Suddenly everyone gets all into their new year's resolutions and wants to better themselves by taking up my damn machines.
Just kidding, I'm actually really happy to see people wanting to get in shape and work out. Exercise is so great once you really get past the initial "I think I'd rather kill myself than be doing this" beginning phases. It's relaxing and you sleep like a baby at night. Hopefully if I go in the morning my machines won't be taken up. I use the Precor Elliptical (The "squirrelliptical" as I read someone call it because it looks like a squirrel with giant feet) and the arctrainer, which are two highly unpopular machines for some reason.
I've also been plugging away at the Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred DVD. I saw it on On Demand and they conspicuously left out the 3rd workout, but I heard that's plyometrics anyway and with a knee injury that may not be so great to do. However, from what I've been doing I have seriously seen results. Take a look at my ripped arm muscle:
Ok seriously, I'm no Hulk Hogan but that is impressive for me. I used to have flabby ass arms and when I lost weight they just went to straight up scrawny. I'm really proud of myself for sticking with this because I hate, hate, HATE strength training with a burning passion in my heart. Thanks to my awesome genetics I was blessed with zero upper body strength from both sides of my family, so lifting even the lightest weights just makes me miserable. After the first day I was ready to tell Jillian to go screw herself, but something got me back in front of the TV the next day and I'm so glad I did.
I gotta pack because I go back to school tomorrow, yay! Yay for going back to school...not packing. That's going to really suck. Have a nice Saturday!