I got up this morning, and fought my way out of bed and to the park to join my group run. I hadn’t seen my run dawgs in about 2 weeks and I was sure I was getting my butt kicked. As a result, I spent 25 minutes hoping it would thunderstorm. It NEVER did!
I won’t go into a long sordid story about how I was partnered with a newbie runner that fed me her dust for 3 miles straight, or how my obliques and lower abs felt like Satan was taking a smoke break on them. The short version is, it was difficult!!! I did a little over 3 miles in 28:45 minutes, then at the command of my body, switched to intervals for 1.5 miles (alternating sprints 150 meters/walk 100 meters) for a total miles 4.55 in 47 minutes/average pace 10:23.
I can live with that! I also went to Ballet tonight. Jeez!!! The preparation for this new job is KILLING my body. However, it’ll all make sense when I step in to teach my first class. Those students have NO idea what’s coming their way.
In other news, my favorite trainer, Miss Angel Stone AKA my girl crush, is having a great discussion on her blog, Fit and Hungry, about why African-American women don’t statistically exercise as much as their fairer skinned counter parts. The discussion has stemmed from an interview she did on the founders of BlackGirlsRun. It’s a cool post. So when you get a chance mosey on over there and chime in. Then come back here and play with me, Ok?!
Toddle-Loo (I don’t think I’ve ever wrote that out, and am sure it’s not spelled right, but you get the point! If not, it’s synonymous with Laters! )
An anonymous black girl who despises having abs that look much stronger than they really are ={
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The fact that you got back out there, even if you ate dust and have burn marks on your abs…KEEP IT UP!!
Thanks. And my body thanked me for it later! Actually felt much better than anticipated!
Oh, so sad! You have six pack abs that aren’t strong. Poor, unlucky you! A super flat stomach that is sexy and well-defined. Gosh, life just handed you short stick.
Oh Angel, how dry my life would be without your sarcasm to keep me entertained.
I think that was sort of a compliment…so thanks, I think! LOL. Love ya daaarrrrrlllllling!