Adding wrist weights to my walks this week. I love feeling stronger and quicker. I feel like Pocahontas when she runs through the forest.
…from the zombies, which I can’t get any to freaking chase me! Ugh. So annoyed.
When I say “run”, I mean steady walk after the martial arts workout to get my muscles to relax. I noticed something about myself; when I’m not attacked by zombies, I don’t have such a good day.
Ready and waiting for Zombies:
Warning: Zombie approaching:
On an unrelated zombie note:
Jalapeno Greek Yogurt Dip from Costco.
Sweat is just fat crying.
I bought the “Zombies, run!” app on Friday. Went out for the first “run” that night, and ended up walking for 40 minutes without even realizing it. My attention span is sated.
I’ve been using it every day (some times twice a day). Here it is Monday, and I power walked 2 miles in 40 minutes. Didn’t get chased by any hordes (disappointment), but I was ready to start jogging at any moment.
What more incentive do you need other than hearing the distant groan of a zombie horde “nippping at your heels” with every step? I don’t think my neighbors have ever seen me walk that quickly away from them…well…I don’t really like talking to my neighbors, so that probably isn’t true.
I’ve survived the Zombie apocalypse for the past four days. I don’t intend on giving in any time soon. (Btw, Runner 8. Come at me, bro.)
The chili cook-off was
But it was an adventure
Speaking of adventuring, I started using the “Zombies, Run!” app. It is simply brilliant! I admit I haven’t turned on the “be chased by zombies” feature, but that might happen tonight…when it’s dark….
Honestly, it was the best $8 spent in a long time.
It is Father’s day which means that my Dad received
Two cans of Turkey Spam
One dvd box set of “The Three Stooges”
One finger mustache
(because he shaved his off and looks hideous)
and One small Taz notebook.
I suggested he watched the Stooges while eating spam, wearing his mustache, and writes nasty yet snarky notes for the neighbors. I think he is happy with the way I turned out.
NOW, do it now.
Drink one big glass when you see this, you know you want to.
Buy a Bobble water bottle. There is no excuse of, “But that is water from an icky pa tooty water fountain. It tastes like ass.” Also using less plastic water bottles since you change the filter every two months or so. 32oz Bobble at my side. On my second refill.
Honestly, the worst parts were the jumping jacks.