Person of Walmart

This has nothing to do with fitness, nutrition or motivation, but I had to share something interesting that happened last week.
I don’t know if you have seen the website “People of Walmart” with pictures of crazy, outlandish people doing strange things and wearing off the wall “outfits”. I have always wanted to see one for myself, so I always scan the aisles to make sure I don’t miss one.  Like most great moments in life, they happen when you least expect, and while rushing through the aisles, paying more attention to my shopping list, I spotted a prime POW out of the corner of my eye.  It was a classic double-take, I stopped dead in my tracks, saying to myself, “THEY DO EXIST!”  The Taylor Swift song I had in my head quickly changed to the quiet, whispered British voice from the nature BBC documentaries, “the illusive purple, cropped-topped POW has been spotted. This magnificant specimin is sporting nearly two inches of exposed crack, making her a true trophy POW”. Trying not to be too obvious, I moved in, camera turned on and ready to record the sighting, but the opportunity never presented itself. I will let you use your imigination to fill in the details, but I will add that she should definitely not have been wearing what she was wearing, and glitter was not meant to be used like that.

Most weeks that would have been the high point of my week(is that sad?), but seeing my first POW was easily topped by girls Night out with a few friends at the new Chocolate Bar downtown.  I enjoyed a Pomogranite Mojito with a 3 cheese Grilled Cheese with Garlic Tomatoe Bisque Soup.  Not the healthiest, but it sure was tasty, especially the fried carbs dripping with grease. I can rationalize anything, but in this case, I will just say it’s okay to have a cheat meal once in a while!  We were having a great time, but as 8:30 approached, loud techno music started booming overhead, making it difficult to talk to my friends at the same table.  It wasn’t even 10 yet, isn’t that the time that the clubs get going and everyone starts their night? Or am I just old and cranky, “kids these days…”.

On to the importand stuff… I managed to work out five times last week, a combo of Turbo Fire and Body Beast. Body Beast made me sore (again, but I am happy to report no issues walking or sitting down), but I felt really strong even the day after that workout. Steve was definitely impressed with my back to back strong workouts. I don’t know if it was the mojito (I am definitely a lightweight and was lucky not to be hung over from one drink) or unhealthy food, but saturday I definitely didn’t feel as perky as usual.


What do penguins and old ladies with walkers have in common? Well, combine the shuffling gait of an old lady pushing a walker with the side-to-waddle of a penguin and that is how I was getting around after my first week of P90X. I am happy to report that after a couple of weeks of following the P90X routine (definitely not easy when you are so sore sitting down requires a great deal of courage) I was able to laugh without convulsing in pain aftger each chuckle, and I haven’t been quite so sore again (but pretty close though). Not to say that I never get sore these days, but it is somehow different, slightly less debilitating. Maybe it is just knowing for sure that I am geting results…
I bet the people in the videos don’t get sore (I mean they dont even seem to be breathing hard and they are talking the whole time too!), but I sure do. To me, getting sore occasionally means the “muscle confusion” touted by P90X is actually happening, and I am working new muscles in different ways. It is nice to know that an abstract idea like muscle confusion actually seems to be working.
As I have progressed through the P90X routine, and have tried out others, getting sore has become a regular part of my life, so naturally, I am a self proclaimed expert on the best way to work through the soreness as quickly as possible. I find that keeping well hydrated before and after every workout helps a lot, and stretching (regularly) makes the soreness talk back a little bit less. Chocolate milk (yes, Hersheys syrup mixed into a glass of milk) is my favorite recovery drink, and I am not just saying that because I need an excuse to drink more chocolate milk. Scientifically, it has the proper ratio of protien to carbohydrates, but all I know is that it tastes really good after a good old fassioned muscle beat down, and makes my muscles feel a little bit better (or is that just the chocolate talking?).
Recently I attempted my first work out with Body Beast-Lucky 7, the 20 minute full body work out. It sounds like I am quoting directly from a late night Infomercial (wanna hear about snuggies or the pajama jeans? Just ask…), but it was an out-of-this-world work out, and my muscles took a pretty severe beating. It wasnt long before I could feel the soreness slowly creeping into my muscles like Steve trying to sneak under the covers without getting kicked off the bed at 2 am. The next day I was seriously contemplating getting my husband to install hand-holds (like the ones in handicapped stalls in public bathrooms) in our master bathroom so I could get off the toilet without gasping in pain.


Got tickets to the gun show?

I have decided to start including my weekly workout summary at the end of each entry, hopefully this will motivate you as much as me:
4 Turbo Fire workouts, 1 Body Beast workout (total time 4.5 hours) as well as some power walking through Wal-Mart and Costco.
What is your favorite recovery trick (and not working out is not an option!)?
Until next time…

My Work Out Buddy

It’s important to have a work out buddy, someone to motivate you when you don’t feel like working out, someone to help you get through that last set of reps; someone to cheer you on when you feel like stopping; someone to help you choose healthy food and someone who has the same goals.  Well, mine is my cat Steve! 
He enjoys hard workouts, but only from a safe distance, perched on the back of the couch in a sun-beam. The only time he actually works out when he is chasing the dogs on his way to dinner or doing a “paw speed” workout when he is boxing with the puppy. He has a hard time motivating me with the standard look of ambivilance that most cats have, but what does motivate me is his ever growing “cat belly” and my desire to never have anything as saggy as his belly. His “cat belly” has taken on a life of its own; it flaps with a flamboyant side to side motion when he has to run, while basking in the sun it creeps out to take in some rays, and seems to say “keep on going,” while I am huffing and puffing, struggling to lift that weight or coughing out a lung. Sometimes after a workout I turn to him and say “your turn fatty”, usually he hops off the counter and escapes down the hallway, as if he thinks I’m a drill Sargent, his belly flapping back and forth as he runs. I am sure if he didn’t have so much fur getting in the way it would make a rythmic clapping sound.


Steve came to be part of my life in a round-about way. Most cats were either purchased from a pet store or someone’s home, or rescued from the streets. Steve, how do I put this delicately without hurting his poor feline feelings?…abandoned multiple times. See, here’s how it went down. While my sister in law was out running, she came upon this cute black kitten trotting along behind a boy, this small kitten acting like a dog following his favorite person. The boy asked if this was her cat and told her this cat had just started following him out of the blue. Being an animal lover (and a girl), she decided she had better bring him home so he would be safe while she put up fliers, advertised in the newspaper and did everything humanly possible to find his grieving parents. Six months later, still no one has claimed him and she is heading off to the east coast to pursue a Masters Degree at a Ivy League school (Steve wouldn’t fit into the preppy lifestyle since his favorite hobby was climbing clothes with people in them). She found a sucker to dump him off on, who happened to be her brother, my future husband (abandoned for a second time for those who are counting). At this point Steve and Eric were loving the life of “bachelors” with no woman to tell them what to do, but all good things must come to and end, and the end came when Eric met me. Now that we are married I am graced by the presence of a cat (from Steves prespective at least). When I try to make him shape up (stay off the counter, work out, be nice to people etc.) he puts his ears back and I imagine him yelling “you’re not my mom” like a rebelious teenager.
For some reason people give an involuntary chuckle when I tell them his name, and you may have chucked too. Want to know how he got his name? Well, watch the wholesome and artistic 90s movie “Multiplicity” and get back to me!
On a side note, my sister had her baby shower last weekend and family came into town so it was a nice weekend with that and Watching the Super Bowl with some friends!

Do you own pets? 
Until next time…Ryann