On Friday I went for a long walk around my town, about an hour, hour and a half, I'd say.
Saturday, Guy For Whom I Have Not Come Up With A Good Blog Alias™ and I went on a four hour hike through some of the gorgeous wilderness just to the North of us. Living in Canada, especially in cottage country, is great if you like amazing scenery.
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Sunday I got up and drove to Mount St. Louis for hill-training for the Warrior Dash.
Me? I walk.
Given I was sore as hell from the previous day, I still managed to get up the hill twice.
Monday I had kickboxing class, and after that I had my first outdoor boot camp. Now, I've mentioned before that in order for me to stick to something it has to be fun. Kickboxing can be hard as hell, but it's loads of fun. Boot camp...? In spite of my instructors efforts, I did not find it fun.
It felt like work. Just work.
No, that's not true. It felt like high school gym class.
Hard and frustrating and beyond my capabilities. I'm going to go back next week and try again. Hopefully it will be better this time.
Tonight I have kickboxing again, and tomorrow night marks my first baseball game of the season. Apparently our league has all new team colours. This excites me more than it should.
So yeah, I've accomplished a whole week of exercise. Just wanted to share that.
UPDATE: Holy crap, I missed a whole day in there. YESTERDAY. Yesterday my friend Tess and I played 50 minutes of Just Dance 2 as part of our bi-weekly Just Dance date. The game kept picking out the crappier songs last night. SO MUCH AIR GUITAR. I was disappointed that it didn't pick last night to play Body Movin'. RIP MCA.