“Watch your thoughts, they become words.
Watch your words, they become actions.
Watch your actions, they become habits.
Watch your habits, they become your character.
Watch your character, it becomes your destiny.”—Lao Tzu
I only made it to five classes this past week. Thinking of changing my goal from six classes per week to five, with anything after five being a bonus round. Especially since I added biking to the mix.
Monday : 6:00pm Air Fitness class & biked to work/home 11 miles Tuesday : 6:30am Om on the Range Yoga & biked to work/home 11 miles Wednesday : 6:00pm Air Fitness class & biked to work/home 11 miles Thursday : 6:30am Om on the Range Yoga & went to spa after work Friday : 5:30pm Air Fitness class & biked to work/home 11 miles Saturday : Biked to/from Pitchfork Music fest 10 miles & did lots of walking Sunday : Shopped for back to school supplies since Josh and I always donate two backpack full of supplies to kids in need & participated in our first build day for Burning Man
Again I missed my goal of six classes a week and this time I only hit one because I was on vacation.
Monday : Drove up PCH hitting 17 miles drive, Monterey Aquarium and Santa Cruz Boardwalk to SF Tuesday : Hangs in SF and Sausalito Wednesday : Hiked many miles in Muir Woods and hit 27,000+ steps on the FitBit and dinner in Palo Alto Thursday : Checked out Oakland + flight home toChicago Friday : 12:00pm Yoga class at OM on the Range and cleaned house Saturday : Touristy walking in Chicago Sunday : Beach time in Chicago with dog and friends
Again I missed my goal of six classes a week by coming in at four classes. I’m not going to be hard on myself tho because I’m on vacation. After all, hitting up SoulCycle while on vacation is something to be proud of and I’ve been sore every since!
Monday : 6:00pm Air Fitness class & biked to work/home 11 miles Tuesday : 6:30am Om on the Range Yoga & biked to work/home 11 miles Wednesday : 6:00pm Air Fitness class & biked to work 5.5 miles, took the rain home cause it was rainy and cold Thursday : Flight to Los Angeles Friday : SoulCycle spin class with my friend Katie Saturday : Drove up PCH to Malibu, Montecito, Santa Barbara & San Luis Obispo Sunday : More PCH driving, toured Hearst Castle, dinned in Big Sur & stayed the night in Carmel
*will fix formatting when I get back home to a computer. xo
Is Biking To Work Turning Me Into A Terrible Person?
Here’s a snapshot of things that run through my head while biking:
Hey dick, thanks for biking slowly in front of me with your bro while looking like a bro wearing your white flip flops!
Why yes, the bike lane is here for you to double park in ya asshole!
Why is the chubby guy biking faster than me? No!!!!
You, on the Divy bike, going so slow in front of me, I agree, right now is the best time to check your iPhone for a text. I hope you drop your phone.
Oh I see the walk warning count down, 6…5…I can make it through this intersection. I speed up. Oh, shit. Nope. Too slow. I have to stop!
I hate Wells street! You can’t make it through both the Ontario and the Grand lights. Seems that I always get stopped at one if not both.
Oh nice one asshole! Not only did you run the red light but you almost ran over a person in doing it and that person was ME!
The walk warning hand is flashing but there is no countdown. As I speed up I wonder if I will make the light. Nope. Never do! Why is there no countdown? WTF?
I know you see me. I see you in your side view mirror. I dare you to open that door right now. I dare you.
Awww…my husband and I get to bike to work together. Isn’t this cute? Wait where did he go? He’s so fast that he’s at least 3 or 4 city blocks ahead of me and out of my sight. What a jerk!…A few blocks later…Oh wait, there he is waiting to give me a kiss and say bye before he turns towards his office. I guess he’s not so bad after all. He’s really kinda sweet.
This week I missed my goal of six classes a week by coming in at five classes. However, looking back I still fit in plenty of movement so I’m ok with that. Plus I did seven last week so it all evens out!
Monday : Took the day off to ride ALL of the roller coasters at Six Flags & walked 8 miles Tuesday : 6:30am Om on the Range Yoga & biked to work/home 11 miles Wednesday : 6:00pm Air Fitness class & biked to work/home 11 miles Thursday : 6:30am Om on the Range Yoga & some self care. Chiro in the AM, haircut in the PM, plus biked to work/home 11 miles Friday : Took the day off for our work summer party, boats & drinks Saturday : 9:00am Free CorePower Yoga class at Lululemon Southport & took Bear to the doggie beach Sunday : 10:00am Free Equinox Yoga class at Lululemon Halstead with Josh & walked around Lincoln Park while shopping
Eight weeks = 2 freaking months! I’m amazed that I am sticking with it!
The usual confirmation that I made my fitness goals this week.
Monday : 6:00pm Air Fitness class & biked to work/home 11 miles Tuesday : 6:30am Om on the Range Yoga & biked to work/home 11 miles Wednesday : 6:00pm Air Fitness class & biked to work 5 miles Thursday : 6:30am Om on the Range Yoga & went to spa after work Friday : 5:30pm Air Fitness class & biked to work/home 11 miles Saturday : 9:00am Free CorePower Yoga class at Lululemon Southport & biked 5 miles with Josh Sunday : 10:00am Free CorePower Yoga Sculpt class at Lululemon Halstead with Sondra & biked 13 miles
SIX WEEKS Crazy how time flies and I haven’t fallen off the fitness wagon yet! Here’s my confirmation that I made my fitness goals this week.
Monday : 5:45pm Pure Barre class - the last class in my one month unlimited package Tuesday : 6:30am Om on the Range Yoga Wednesday : 6:00pm Air Fitness class Thursday : 6:30am Om on the Range Yoga Friday : 5:30pm Air Fitness class and biked to work and back 11miles Saturday : 11:30am Barre Bee Fit Class sponsored by Nordstrom & Zella, also biked 15 miles Sunday: Brunch, Rib Fest and Andersonville Midsommer Fest - biked 13 miles to make up for it
It took almost two years for my thirties to catch up with me. I’ll be 32 in August and lately I’ve become a card carrying member of this age group.
I now wake up at close to 5:55am just minutes before the 6:00am alarm on the daily. Then after nightfall I’m beyond tired any cranky anytime after 11:30pm.
It’s like an invasion of the body snatchers over here. Sleep, oh how I loved my sleep. On the weekends we use to sleep until 11:00am or so. I never understood people who started their day so early without having children and here I am.
My husband isn’t dealing with the transition as well. He’s still sleeping next to me as I type. It could be more related to him working 12-13 hour days the past few weeks on a silly project for the Cannes Lions festival than my new schedule. Either way he’s been understandably beyond exhausted. Lately, I do my best to get up and sneak in whatever quite house chores can be achieved while he gets his beauty rest.
For instance, today is Saturday, it’s 8:30am and I’ve already taken out the recycling, brushed the dog and am close to having three loads of laundry finished.
I also figured that even though my biological alarm clock has been set to my thirties I don’t need my physical fitness and metabolism to be set there as well. This has made me hyper focused on fitness. I’m not just focused on making the number on the scale smaller (that would be a bonus) but I want to become stronger and have more muscle tone. I figured if I could start a fitness habit now throughout my thirties it could only benefit me years down the road.
As you’ve seen here on this little blog of mine it’s been an important goal of mine to hit a fitness class of some sort six days out of the week and to be sure to bike somewhere twice. I apologize if it’s annoying but I’m using posts here on tumblr as a way to hold myself accountable for achieving these goals.
To keep the momentum going I bought class packages at Om on the Range yoga studio and AirFit Aerial fitness. Pure Barre was a quick monthly project for me but I decided I’d rather invest in AirFit and that it was bonkers to try to keep up all three. I even invested in some new workout clothes.
Well, the timer just went off on that last load of laundry so back down the stairs I go!