We've arrived at the finish line, a little breathless, a little sweaty, but incredibly triumphant. We knocked off 300 collective workouts, and six of us made it well past the 100% mark. Extra fanfare goes to Gloria B., who racked up an astonishing 49 workouts in 28 days. Gloria B. was closely followed by the indomitable Fraidy L., who finished with 35 total workouts. Amazing!
Good news : we plan to continue our winning streak starting Monday, with a whole new Monthly Standard challenge - same goal, different month, big new crew. We've also teamed up with our friends at Greatist.com to bring you the DIY Health challenge: an entire month of cooking for yourself and bodyweight exercises, starting April 1st. We hope you'll join us for both challenges, since we know you rockstars can handle it.
Head on over to the challenge page and sign up now. Catch your breath over the weekend, and we'll see you bright and early on Monday!
Onward to April's adventures!
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Woh, I got so sidetracked last week with launch of DIY Health and other things, that I SLACKED on updates. Lot's of catch up posts coming. Pay no attention to the lack of exercise. Focus on the piano practicing.....
I deadlifted 165 lbs. two weeks ago. 165 lbs. is what I weighed two years ago - I weigh less than that now, in case you were wondering. I think I'm supposed to feel triumphant about that, but I find it more "meh" than "go me!" We're frequently sold on the idea that losing weight will make us gain things that were previously missing from our lives. Well, losing weight hasn't brought me a world domination, lucrative contracts, or even a cabana boy. In fact, I believe I was promised something about a castle and a handsome prince? Yes, well, I've lost weight so I'd like that delivered now, please, with a pink pony.
Still, there is some sort of poetry in shedding parts you used to lug around, and then becoming strong enough to lift more than just yourself. In practical application, this means I can now lift to safety most of my friends and family in the event of a zombie apocalypse. But, if the body is also a metaphor, the stronger I get, the less crap I take from others. The more I become a muscle machine, the more I become my own bodyguard. My physical mass is the Kevin Costner to my inner sanctuary where Whitney Houston forever resides. And there is something comforting in knowing that each time the world crashes up against me, it hits a lot less cushion before being crushed against my inner diva of steel.
2.7 mile track walk
Below the Belt/Arms & Abs/Pilates At Home
I am a pro at injuring myself. For a while I was planning on spending today biking to Montauk. I told everyone about it and they all thought I was crazy which made me a little scared to actually try it, but I really wanted to. Last night I was figuring out the details of how to get home (probably should've planned that a little earlier) and discovered there are only two train options getting from Montauk to Penn Station during the week. It was either 2:51pm which I would not get there in time for, or hang out there until 10:38pm. That train would arrive in Penn Station at 2:09am tomorrow morning which would mean I wouldn't get home before 3am. I didn't exactly want to do that and I didn't think riding or taking the subway alone with my bike at that hour was a good idea. So I had to scratch the plan of going to Montauk. The next option was heading in the same direction but stopping a couple miles earlier in Southampton. From there I could either catch the 3:34pm train or turn around and bike part of the way back home until Patchoque which has a train running every hour. So it would either be a 100-mile ride or a 140-mile ride. I didn't do either. At about mile 12 my ankle started hurting. Thinking back to what could have caused it I remembered hitting a pothole and losing my balance for a second. I could have twisted my ankle slightly then. But I kept going. Until I made a wrong turn at mile 49 and realized that the pain was getting worse and it was probably a good idea to find the nearest train station and just go home. Google told me the nearest station was 14 miles away. At that point I didn't really want to ride anymore but I didn't have a choice. I started heading that way and when I saw a cop car I asked him where the closest train station was. Turns out there was one just down the road. I don't know why it didn't show up on google, and while sitting across the street from the station I entered the address and the pin showed I was right there but it gave me directions to go 13 miles away. Long Island is a strange place. So my ride ended in a place called Smithtown, NY. I stopped off at the gym on my home to stretch a little bit and then I biked home (maybe not the smartest plan but as painful as it was anything is better than taking a bike on the subway). In total I did 60 miles today. A little disappointing because I wanted to do so much more. Now I'm at home resting and icing and hoping this will go away fast.