Bad things come in three’s. They always have. When I had three goldfish, one of them died within two weeks. When I dabbled with softball, the number I was ordained was “3“, which then resulted in a big welt to the face two weeks later. Oh and currently? I have $3 to my name and need to pay about 20 feet of bills. So in short, I’m completely lucky!
Sarcasm aside, when it comes to working out and pumping iron, God throws me a bone. I set my resistance training up in three’s and (so far) nothing earth shattering has happened. (knock on wood)
Like I’ve been telling you guys almost all summer, I’ve been transforming into this wild runner. I almost feel like Katniss at times roaming the countryside. (I suppose that’s what keeps me motivated.)
While I am a cardio hater turned lover, I also have enough marbles to know it’s not all about pounding the pavement. Picking things up and putting them down is what’s responsible for my small exclamations over seeing the cuts in my stomach or the muscle in my thigh. (as well as a clean diet)
I set this workout up on a rainy day last week and it proved to be more motivational than my plan A– which was to consume an entire pint of Edy’s MAXX Cookie Dough ice cream. How is THAT for willpower? 🙂
Peace, love, and luck!