My ass cheeks are on fire.

That's right...been working out for the past 3 days. After day 1, I felt just fine, so I just kept pushing on through. Well, I always seem to forget that it's about day 3 or 4 that you start getting sore. So, I'm at that point now....abs hurt, ass hurts, thighs hurt, arms hurt. FUCK.

Getting out of my desk chair requires a well thought-out plan even. I imagine that I either look like some geriatric old lady, or some massive pregnant woman trying to get up at the moment.


I've been combining cardio with a mix of strength and stretching. First, let me tell you....I FUCKING HATE RUNNING. I could workout on a elliptical machine for hours, but I can't stand running. It seems like such a fricking waste to run, because you could spend the same amount of time on the elliptical and burn a ton more calories.

People always say that they get a runners' high, or that they are really able to clear their mind while running. All I seem to think when I'm running is something like, "Shit, I've only been running for 15 minutes." Or, "How much longer until I can stop already." So much for clear mind.

But, alas, I do not own an elliptical, nor do I have the budget to spring for a gym membership right now, so running it shall be. Did I mention that there are huge frickin hills in Seattle? Yes, yes there are....and that is where the burning ass cheeks come from. I know it's a good thing, but damn, when you're running up one of those things, you feel like you're going nowhere fast (or like you're going to passout or have a heart attack any second).


I just have to keep telling myself that it will pay off in the end. 135 lbs....HERE I COME.

Song of the day: "Going the Distance" Cake (cause it's so damn motivational)