I heard the sound of a duck quacking on my morning run and instantly looked to see if my husband was calling. Um no… just a regular old duck quacking. When my son hears the quack quack coming from my phone he yells “Abba!” (dad), already identifying the ring. That said, he quacks whenever he sees ducks, birds, or other small animals also. Our run was weirdly humid but still cold. Baby A was dressed in his new bear suit, looking cuter than ever and he was content playing with his unopened banana for most of the run. We ran a short distance since I’m still tired and sore from the past couple of days. Rewind…
Last night I was wandering around drinking a beer, not really helping my husband prepare dinner when I realized I hadn’t done my ab work yet. I started the 30-day Ab Challenge a few days ago and am determined not to miss a day. I had already worked hard at my PT appointment so with fatigued muscles and half a beer in my belly, my ab exercises were a little sketchy. I don’t recommend it.
On Tuesday I went nuts on the treadmill. I wanted to see how 5 miles felt so I pushed the Bob to gym, checked Baby A into childcare then jumped onto the treadmill and dialed up the speed. Keeping a higher average speed outside is way easier than a fast constant speed without change of grade on the treadmill. Plus my body doesn’t like the constant pounding. Toward the end, the treadmill started doing it’s annoying automatic cool down and I kept pressing the buttons back up to the speed I wanted. I was annoyed and full of adrenaline so I started sprinting and finished my workout that way. Exhausted, I stretched then found a pull-up bar. I can’t do full pull-ups without assistance but the bar is near a wall so the trainer showed me how to run up the wall and use my legs only as much as needed. Much harder than the weight assisted pull-up machine.
Monday was a 4 mile run day. I can’t remember anything about it other than I was wishing it was still Sunday and I was soaking happily at the bathhouse. My Sunday afternoon hour at Kabuki was entirely rejuvenating and brought back some funny memories from our honeymoon in Japan. In one little mountain town after a day of cycling, our host brought us to a local bathhouse. One woman spoke English and she complimented me on my knowledge of bathing etiquette. Then, less than a week later we were in Kyoto at a huge fancy onsen and as I was walking into the stadium-like sauna I tripped over one woman and dropped my small head towel on another woman’s head. Did I ever feel like the dumb American!