Sunday at the cross country race I asked Brian Swanson about his new workout program. He mentioned he was a bit sore after 110 pushups.
Oh. Throw down.
Unknowingly, he’d challenged me.
Wednesday I told my trainer about Brian’s 110 pushups. So she made me do them. I got ten. Throw Down, Terri Lee.
Thursday Brian posted his 3 minute plank.
Oh. Throw down.
Today I told my trainer about Brian’s 3 minute plank. So she made me do one. I got two minutes. Throw down, TLC
Then I had a three mile recovery run on the books. Spoiled by yesterday’s glorious sunny blue-skied beauty I wasn’t really feeling the love.
In fact, earlier this morning I mentioned to my trainer that I’m not so much of a morning person. She looked surprised and said, Oh? Reeeeeely?
I think she was faking. But I have a huge girl crush on her so it doesn’t matter.
You can only postpone a run on a grey dreary cool damp breezy day by repeatedly filling your coffee cup for so long before you run the risk of not so much going for a run as doing the Jitterbug down the block. Fueled by the mental image of me doing the Jitterbug I forced myself out the door. Throw Down, T
Besides, if I don’t do the run I can’t post it to Dailymile.com which then totals my mileage and reports it to my 1212 in 2012 FB group. Throw Down, Terrilee.
As I set out it occurred to me that running on legs with the resiliency of telephone poles isn’t fun. THUD THUD THUD THUD, stiff-legged, I looked like Frankenterri plowing down the middle of the street. The little kids at the bus stop looked at me in stunned silence. You know it’s bad when children are so stunned by a sight that they are rendered unable to make fun of it. Throw Down, Terri, move those legs.
About 1-1/4 mile in I started up Jr.Mutherhill like the Little Engine that Could – I think I can – I think I can – I think I can
I thought, THROW DOWN Terri Lee – Jr.Mutherhill is not taking you out. I THINK I CAN I THINK I CAN and I pulled my hat down firmly and headed up that hill looking straight ahead. Hello, Jr.Mutherhill, it’s me, Terri, and I’m taking you out. Throw. Down.
At mile 2 I’d crested Jr. and turned to head home. He was a beat-up little strip of downhill now and I took him down on that one too.