Hope you had a nice [3-day??] weekend! I had Monday off, which was extra special because ALL of my classes this semester are on Mondays. Woohoo! Ryan and I still did some work though, so I’m not completely off the hook.
This weekend was a good mix of work, play, and a little bit of running. Last we chatted, I had just run my first run with no pain in several months, and I am happy to announce that I’ve been running pain-free all week! The new challenge is to make sure I don’t increase the mileage too quickly. I went on three 3-4 mile runs throughout the week, biked or rested on the other days, and had a long run of 6 miles on Saturday. If all goes well, I’m going to try to add one mile to the long run each week and hopefully reach double digits by late February or early March. My dad and I are registered for a marathon relay at the end of March, so I’m feeling optimistic about running my half.
All of those runs were on either the treadmill or indoor track. I’m really focusing on my form this time around (I’m a member of the quad-dominant group of runners and I currently have to tell myself “butt butt butt” with every step), so I want to get a little stronger before I venture back outside.
I gave the running legs a break on Sunday and Monday, and Ryan and I did two strength workouts together: a “push” workout on Sunday morning that focused on chest & triceps, and a “pull” workout on Monday morning that focused on back & biceps. They both had squats, burpees, and some core work sprinkled in. Ryan designed the push/pull exercises for us because he is the weight training master, and I just did my job of adding planks to every workout and whining about burpees.
Luckily my apartment’s fitness room is almost always empty, so we usually get the place to ourselves and can spread out. And we can do weird moves like the “dog peeing on fire hydrant one” without feeling weird. The “push” workout is in the picture below.
So those workouts were good, but this hot sauce may have been more sweat-inducing. Holy cow. Ryan and I went to Firehouse Subs after church on Sunday, and they had a shelf of hot sauce ranked from 1 to 10 for spiciness. We thought it would be “fun” to try a tiny dab of level 10 sauce, and long story short, it was NOT fun. My eyes watered, my nose ran, my entire body broke out in a sweat, and my tongue.was.on.fire. I drank 48oz of water right away and never wanted to eat anything ever again. It took a few minutes for everything to calm down, but it was not an enjoyable experience.
Also…check out the size difference between the large sub and the…normal sized?…sub. If you’re looking for the best deal, go with the large and split it, unless you’re Ryan and can eat 3 Chipotle meals at one time (linking back to that as many times as I can…so proud!).
Aside from eating, working out, and studying, we met up with some friends on Sunday afternoon/evening for a game night. We played euchre and Balderdash, and we watched parts of both football games. I’m not really a football person, but I live in Colts territory, so I was hoping they would make it. The superbowl is on my birthday this year, and blue is my favorite color.
How spicy can you go?
Would you rather eat a giant sweet potato or a box of Kraft mac?