Not the best idea, but we did it anyway...

Bud1 and I did repeat 100's. Wow. Why? haha.

We started with a 1/2 mile warm up. Which, btw, after that I was even dead.

On the track, we sprinted 100 meters, then jogged 100 meters, then sprinted, jogged... we did the sprints on the straights, and the jogs on the curves for the first five.

The second 5x100 meters we sprinted the curves, and jogged the straights. We both agreed that we were on the verge of throwing up.

Then we went inside and did a bunch of arm weight workouts. We basically did our own thing then were going to go do some abs.

He basically layed there as I did abs. He said "you can do them. If I do, I will throw up."

Keep in mind, we are out of shape graduate students!

And even more humorous is that he was telling me that we were going to run three miles yesterday. I said I would have if it weren't for the hellish workout we did! I called it early on that neither of us would do it.

I woke up this morning feeling like a ton of bricks were laying on me the whole night. It was horrible! I am so out of shape and need to get fit!

I am not sure how many calories I burned yesterday, but I am guessing ~750. Today I played basketball for about 90 minutes and tomorrow me and the running partner are planning on running outside for about an hour. It'll be rough, but I will feel much better after this!

Here's to getting fit and hopefully staying fit!

The tickerfactory.com "ticker" (seen below) got me thinking. It states at my highest weight, I was at a BMI of 34.1. According to standards, I was obese. I never would have thought of myself as "obese". Overweight, yes, but not obese. Now, I am at a BMI of 28.4... still overweight, according to standards. At my lowest, I was at 24.9. Just in the nick of being "normal"... yet, that weight was attained for, oh, what?... a few days? My body just liked four pounds more, which is more easily attainable anyway! Okay, will write more later... busy in lab!

Whenever the boyfriend (or anyone, for that matter) tells me there is good news and bad news I ALWAYS want the BAD first, so that's how I will start...

Bad:

I have only ran on Monday.

BUT...

Good:

I continue to take the stairs and have done 22 stories up and down... today, I decided I would keep track.

And I have been writing everything I have been eating down.

I am feeling better! yay!

It also helps that my "sister" is in town (she's really not my "sister", but she's my sister). My cute little "niece" (again the same scenario) is not here, but mommies need breaks, too. As many of you know, she is carrying my (and Charlie's) future God baby! yay!

The following story has NOTHING to do with fitness or health, but it was just too funny not to share... you heard the disclaimer!

So, I was talking to the boy last night and I told him that I hope it's a boy; he hopes it is a girl. Yet, I think it'll be a girl and then he said "fine, I'll take the opposing stance" - meaning he thinks (or maybe doesn't think) it's a boy. The following will be in conversation format...

Him: "Two girls! You had a sister and look at all the fun you had."
Me: "And that turned out 'well'?!"
Him: "Well, you had fun!"
Me: "Yeah, we did. We would always play teacher/ student. And guess who was always the teacher?"
Him: "***** was."
Me: "Yes, miss bossy-ass herself. We also would have coloring contests between us and go to my dad when we were finished to 'grade' them. Of course, we were ALWAYS a tie!"
Him: "If I had kids (* NEITHER OF US WANT KIDS *), I would be a fair judge and pick a winner." (laughingly)
Me: "No, you wouldn't! You couldn't take sides!"
Him: "Yes, I would. How else would they learn to color within the lines?"
Me: "Coloring outside the lines is not always a bad thing!"
Him: "Yes, it is - I would tell them what needed to be fixed."

By this time, I am laughing my butt off, because there is no way he is completely serious.

Me: "Did you know I won a coloring contest in fourth grade?"

Then, I learned something new about the boyfriend of 10 years, 8 months.

Him: "I won a coloring contest, too. I won a $50 savings bond, which is in my desk drawer and is probably $66 by now."
Me: "All I got was a $2 bill!" haha

Then, we were describing our "works of art". Isn't it funny the little details you remember about your childhood?!

Mine was had a fire station theme. His, a Christmas theme with Santa.

Mine in marker. His in crayon.

Mine outlined in black marker. His outlined in shading (dark to light).

Mine having a background that no kid had. It was flames from red to orange to yellow.

His NOT colored. LINED. He carefully, meticulusly colored in straight lines.

Isn't it even more funny that somethings do not and will not change?!

I continue to color outside the lines- and in BOLD colors - crazy and messy tied into one.

He is neat, tidy, organized, shy.

Yet, at the same time, still winners, huh? But oh so polar opposite.

That's why we're perfect for each other - he's everything I am not, and I am everything he's not or he does things I don't, etc. He's neat; I am messy. I live in the clouds, he is realistic. I am bold and outlandish, he's well-mannered, but still knows how to make me laugh.

Random, yes.

I was talking to Bud1 today and just randomly went from one story to another. And he looked at me confusingly. I said, what?! Oh, I am sorry, different subject. Work with me. He said, I seem to be the only one that doesn't get your "stories". Then I said, no, you're probably the only *honest* one who doesn't pretent to "get" my stories. hahaha. I am still laughing over this one.

Have a great weekend!!!!!! The sis and I are going to the farmer's market! Quadrupole yay!

Okay, so finals week is OFFICIALLY over. YAY! Or, so I thought. Last week was atrocious. It was excruciatingly painful, to say the least. But, I got through the 20 page paper that took about 60+ hours to think up and put together and the take home final that consumed two days of my life and the proctoring of exams and the grading of exams and grading of assignments and the little or no sleep but to finish it off I got a TA award, so needless to say I was pretty pumped. So, I thought FINALLY!... I could focus on research, because it has definitely taken a back burner this last semester. It feels as if everything is at a standstill. If it were a pond, my life is the muck floating on top but now it just feels like the muck is still there and someone stirred it up.

So, I wanted to start some "summer resolutions" as I have been calling it. For one I wanted to start running, getting up early, getting on a schedule (okay, that's waaaaaay more than one), getting fit and eating right, and lastly, to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Doesn't sound bad, right? Well, I am on the 8th floor BUT it only takes 2-3 minutes and with the unpredictable elevators, it is sometimes FASTER and I am thinking that any amount of calorie burn is going to add up, right? Keep in mind I trudge those stairs in the morning, at lunch break, after supper break and whatever in between floors... and I can feel my endurance is getting better --- I am not getting as winded. I also want to use Charlie's bike to bike to school if he ever gets it fixed! Not like he uses it or anything as it just sits in his garage taking up space. That one is at a standstill.

Okay, so on Monday, I woke up on the six am hour (yeah it was 645), then I ran for about 3.5 miles around where I live. There is a HUGE hill (it's 0.5 miles of a straight I would say 40 degree incline) so I made sure to get that over with first! ha. Then I got back, got ready, got to the lab over the 8 am hour :). Very good for ANY organic person! Then my boss came in at about 930 and I was the only one in, so that's a good impression, I would say.

He came to talk to me and he said that I have to redo my 20 page report. To spare you the details, there was some miscommunication on both parts and I have to START over. I have had a few days to brew over my emotions. I was really upset. I cried in front of my boss AGAIN. As my bff says, important things in life stir up emotion and people deal with them differently; some people get mad or angry, some people yell, but we cry. It's true I really couldn't help it. I felt like I was once again stomped on. This always seems to happen when I am down or have prospects to feel like I am about to be successful in something. Simply, IT SUCKS. I have to finish it ASAP. My boss said it's not just about classes it's about learning and so it wasn't a waste! And mid-cry I said APPARENTLY IT IS! (with a chuckle through the cries). Because if it were JUST about learning, I wouldn't have to do it over! RIGHT?! Exactly!

I also told him thank you for telling me so I didn't have to be like "this" in front of the teacher. I really did appreciate it. My boss has a caring soul, and I know he doesn't like when women cry. I guess it shows our weaknesses, huh?! lol

So, I have to deal with that right now. I didn't tell anyone who is taking the class and as far as I know, no one has access to this blog (unless they have MAD skills), and I am planning on keeping it that way. I am sure some people might find out, but not if I had my way...

So there you have it... another down in the dumps start of the week. I am trying to recover, but as of right now I am avoiding that assignment like the plague, which right now is not good, but I just need to NOT, you know?!

On another note, I WENT TO WEIGHT WATCHERS! The last time I went was 4/23 and I had gained a little weight, which was expected. Finals week always does that to me. And it was the man's birthday, so I made him and his brother Better than Sex Cake and if you don't know what that entails it is: german chocolate cake mix (prepared with eggs and oil), then after it's done baking add one can sweetened condensed milk, one can caramel or butterscotch (caramel is waaaaaay better), let cool. Top with whip cream (I do fat free cool whip, not like the calories matter at this point!) and chocolate covered toffee bits. YUM. IT'S NOT DIET FRIENDLY BUT OH SO GOOD! I had three small pieces, but I still wrote EVERYTHING down that I ate. Unfortunately, I went through all but 8 of my flex points over the weekend. But, I am feeling good right now. I only ran on Monday (I was so flippin depressed and therefore tired to go another time since then), but went for a forty minute walk with two cute doggies! Yay for cute dogs! I also plan on taking a walk later today, too. And, really, my body loves when I do me right. I feel so much better mentally, emotionally AND physically!

Even better the boy said yesterday "holy crap, you've lost weight!" ... yay! He's always the first one to notice so that made me happy. And he's honest and not a brownie-point person so double yay!

This is all for now! Thanks for reading!!!

You people have given me a lot of action the last couple of days! YAY! I am miss popular lately, huh? Or maybe it was ONE certain someone being relentless ;), which I love, by the way. This week has been nuts and I am pretty sure I still have only a tad bit of sanity left.

First, that project was a pain. I probably spent about 60 hours on it in the last two weeks. I just couldn't figure it out for THE longest time. The most amusing thing was that I thought I had the last pieces of the puzzle done about 13 times... it ended up being 29 steps (for those of you out there that don't know, THAT IS A LOT!) ... From Sunday night until last night, I have had an average of four hours of sleep per night. NOT healthy. Then I had a take-home test and it was ridiculous to say the least.

Not only that, I found out that a kid from back home died from a horrible car crash. I have known him since he was five... his little brother is in tenth grade and they lost their father a few years back to cancer something terrible. No tenth grader should go through all of the things this kid has gone through. Anyway, I was on facebook the other night and this mature little kid, Patrick, started talking to me. He calls me my name with an R in front of it. Not like I could gauge it really well, but he talked to me for quite awhile and told me that his car is a "molten piece of scrapmetal". Poor kid. I made sure he knew that I was praying for him, that his brother will never be forgotten, etc. I still can't believe it. I was talking to the boy tonight and said "poor Garrett". And he said "NOT poor Garrett, poor family". I needed to hear that. He's in a better place. Period.

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Then I have had grading and proctoring and more grading... and I am feeling like crap because I have to start running and getting back in shape. I need a LOT of help... serious help. And can I please not be so insecure?! blah.