Ok, raise your hands. How many people had productive weekends?
If you’re raising your hand right now, a) I’m a little jealous and b) you’re probably embarrassing yourself so go ahead and put it down.
I probably shouldn’t talk about other people embarrassing themselves considering my total lack of self control in public.
On Saturday afternoon, Amy trekked into the city to meet up and climb some stairs with me. You know, because we know how to have a good time.
Actually, Amy and I signed up for the Hustle Up the Hancock back in November and it may or may not have slipped my mind that the race is coming up in February. Denial? Who, me?
The Hancock Center is 94 flights of stairs. That I am willingly going to climb. Consecutively. That’s not something that I do every day. Which is why I invited Amy in to tackle a little training.
It actually wasn’t all that hard. We climbed the building 3 times (at 22 flights each time) and yeah, we were sweating, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought.
Maybe all the hip flexor work I’ve been doing in Insanity is paying off. Shoot, I would hope so, because it killllls me.
Other than that, it was not a very productive weekend. My cousin’s wife had her baby (hi, Lindsey!)- I think she was productive enough for the both of us.
I mean, I stole all three of those pictures from Amy. I guess my camera was slacking this weekend, too.
I did manage to eat pretty well, though. I kept my fruit and veggie intake up, and on the weekend that’s certainly an accomplishment.
On tap tonight: beef.
It’s what’s for dinner.