Posts tagged ‘sports’

January 5, 2014

Conversations with myself

*The alarm clock goes off at 6:30 a.m..*

– Get up, you put the alarm clock in the living room for a reason!
◦ But I feel like I need an hour of sleep extra…
– Get up! Now!
◦ Okay, okay…

*Mourning while getting up, feeding the cat, washing up and feeling like sitting down for a bit.*

– Now, put on your timer and do your stretches and exercises!
◦ Can’t I just sit here for a bit, reading this interesting article about <insert any non-interesting subject here>.
– Nope. Are you seriously going to continue this the entire day?
◦ I shouldn’t, should I? I should get myself together and do what I really want to do instead of behaving like I haven’t set any goals for myself?
– That’s what I am talking about. You know why you set that alarm clock. You know you want to go <insert sports activity here>. You know what that goal means to you! You know you will have to work hard to achieve that goal!

*After doing the exercises and stretches that belong to my morning routine, and after doing that first sports activity*

◦ I want to go to the gym to do some weights!
– You shouldn’t! You need to take it easy, give your body some rest. You can always go for a run / walk / ride in the evening!
◦ But I feel incredibly fit and I am already warmed up so I can just do some weights for about 30-40 minutes and then go home…
– Seriously? Go home!

*Going to the gym doing 45 – 90 minutes of weight lifting, feeling incredibly satisfied afterwards.*

◦ Now, let’s do some cardio and go home.
– NO! You could go to the sauna though…
◦ Now.. that’s not such a bad idea.

January 2, 2014

Dino: Smelly Socks

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Since you read this blog, you know that my human likes to work out. I mean, she has been publishing exercise challenges the entire 2013 so it was hard to miss. Now what you do miss, is the mess she makes because she works out. There are sports cloths everywhere in the house. Always. She doesn’t even respect the kitteh bed space… It is horrible.

Every time when I search for a nice warm spot to get one of my beauty naps, I have to watch my step in order not to step on smelly sweaty socks, or recently washed, and therefore still wet, sports shirts and pants. I must say that in summer time it is not that bad, since then I can just go out and sleep under a bush somewhere, but in wintertime, when she dries her socks on the central heating, there is no escaping the smell of sweaty feet odour or salty acidy smell of too much training.



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