Push-ups. While on a spin bike. With arm weights.
I am dead. Dead. I took my first class at Recycle Studio tonight, and had 45 minutes of death-defying pedaling in a subterranean, candlelit studio that was just about as hot as hell.
When it’s come to work, I’ve always been someone who is ready to overcome whatever obstacles are in my way. When it’s come to fitness, and some other things, I’ve had this gross attitude of, “I can’t” for most of my life. I’m pretty over that, so I’m challenging myself in every arena. 
Beyond fitness, even. 
Tonight was a challenge, and I did it. So, I can. Plus, there’s some motivational poster somewhere that’s all about how the best things in life don’t come easy. If that’s the case, I’m in for some seriously good shit. 
Last thing - the Boston Marathon finish line is up. This city’s resilience is inspiring, but then again, it’s not just limited to this city. Humans are resilient, for better or worse. Life knocks us down, and most of the time, we only know how to get back up… even if it takes a little bit of time.
Tomorrow should be a reminder of that particular brand of good, not just the bad. Boston Strong, baby.

Push-ups. While on a spin bike. With arm weights.

I am dead. Dead. I took my first class at Recycle Studio tonight, and had 45 minutes of death-defying pedaling in a subterranean, candlelit studio that was just about as hot as hell.

When it’s come to work, I’ve always been someone who is ready to overcome whatever obstacles are in my way. When it’s come to fitness, and some other things, I’ve had this gross attitude of, “I can’t” for most of my life. I’m pretty over that, so I’m challenging myself in every arena. 

Beyond fitness, even. 

Tonight was a challenge, and I did it. So, I can. Plus, there’s some motivational poster somewhere that’s all about how the best things in life don’t come easy. If that’s the case, I’m in for some seriously good shit. 

Last thing - the Boston Marathon finish line is up. This city’s resilience is inspiring, but then again, it’s not just limited to this city. Humans are resilient, for better or worse. Life knocks us down, and most of the time, we only know how to get back up… even if it takes a little bit of time.

Tomorrow should be a reminder of that particular brand of good, not just the bad. Boston Strong, baby.

Closing out the week with a slow run & some strength training. Overall, this week has been insanity, although it started on a decent foot because I went to my very first Red Sox game.
Fenway’s kind of magical, guys. And it’s not just because of the Fenway Frank I inhaled in about a minute flat.
The rest of this week? More motivation to keep running. I have a little over a month before my race, so I’m going to start really pushing. I also have to figure out a weird issue with my right leg. Achilles tendons suck when they don’t do what they’re supposed to, my friends. Might need to buy some new kicks. Hooray. Closing out the week with a slow run & some strength training. Overall, this week has been insanity, although it started on a decent foot because I went to my very first Red Sox game.
Fenway’s kind of magical, guys. And it’s not just because of the Fenway Frank I inhaled in about a minute flat.
The rest of this week? More motivation to keep running. I have a little over a month before my race, so I’m going to start really pushing. I also have to figure out a weird issue with my right leg. Achilles tendons suck when they don’t do what they’re supposed to, my friends. Might need to buy some new kicks. Hooray.

Closing out the week with a slow run & some strength training. Overall, this week has been insanity, although it started on a decent foot because I went to my very first Red Sox game.

Fenway’s kind of magical, guys. And it’s not just because of the Fenway Frank I inhaled in about a minute flat.

The rest of this week? More motivation to keep running. I have a little over a month before my race, so I’m going to start really pushing. I also have to figure out a weird issue with my right leg. Achilles tendons suck when they don’t do what they’re supposed to, my friends. Might need to buy some new kicks. Hooray.

Baby, We Were Born to Run?

I used to only blog about advertising. Almost like I forgot about life outside of it.

And there are a lot of things that can be more fun to talk about. Starting with running. 

I, too, am shocked.

For years, I’ve envied my friends at home in Philadelphia, where I moved from less than a year ago. These people run ( I mean run), and they enjoy the hell out of it. I’ve picked their collective brains at parties through the years, and am finally lacing up my kicks to add up some mileage of my own.

It’s here that I find myself, with my very first 5 mile race happening in a matter of weeks. I signed up for it as a distraction, and I’m nervous. I have two races under my belt, both 5Ks that included several walking breaks apiece. Sure, slow and steady may win the race, but I’d rather just be steady and not slow.

A few goals…

  • Run my first 5 mile race in May in less than an hour
  • Explore becoming a certified spin instructor
  • Run Broad Street in Philly in 2015
  • Run the Boston Marathon in 2015 (or 2016, let’s be honest)
  • Get back on a bike that’s not for spinning - like, a real one that goes on roads - for the first time in over a decade

This should be interesting.