What do you wish you had pictures of?

I really wish I had more pictures to post sometimes, but, like most people, generally my weeks don't involve many photograph worthy activities. Doing some sort of workout, going to work, coming home, working on grad work, make dinner, watch TV/read blogs, go to sleep. Sound more or less familiar?


One thing I do wish I had a picture (really, a video) of was my epic fall during our last Broomball game Monday night. To review, Broomball is the poor man's ice hockey - same rules, but you're on the ice in your sneakers, and you use a broom-shaped stick to hit a bouncy little ball. My husband and I just finished our second season with a local adult sports league. In the last two minutes of my final quarter of the season, I slipped and basically did half of a back flip, my legs shooting up and I landed on my back. All my teammates watching said it looked pretty impressive. Usually they stop the game for every teeny tiny little stumble, but I guess the ref didn't see that, so I got to watch Eric take a shot on goal from my back on the ice while I waited until I could breathe again. The goalie blocked it, but we won anyway. 


Regarding workouts, I've been doing decently well trying to replace running with some cross training - I'd give myself a C. The point is to try to get stronger in other areas, and avoid injury but not running high mileage while not in training. Note: I just made this plan up, its not based on science or anything. Actually, nothing on this blog is. 


Monday: Supposed to go to Body Pump before work, major fail, ran 7 miles before Broomball. It was at an 8:41 pace on the hills, so that was sort of a win.
Tuesday: 4 mile run (9:12 pace, but felt like a 7 minute mile pace) and Jillian Michaels No More Trouble Zones 
Wednesday: 1,250 meter swim and 25 minutes on the elliptical reading Self. I now know the correct winter coat for my body shape. 


I almost took a picture of my raccoon- y, bloodshot eyes after my swim, but, the world doesn't need to see that. This swim was unique in how I felt: good. Like, I almost enjoyed it. Now, open water swims - I enjoy those. Hanging out at the pool with a book or my friends - love it. Swimming back and forth at the YMCA trying to count laps - not my favorite. No music, nothing to look it, not going anywhere, avoiding other swimmers: BORING. But, yesterday, once I was warmed up, I was feeling pretty strong, the lifeguard was playing Christmas music, and the laps seemed to be going by pretty quickly. I wasn't praying for the end and actually felt like I could keep going when I was done (not that I attempted that). 


I do sort of wish I had a video of my flu shot from Tuesday, not to relive it, more for the same reason I posted my ice bath video - my pain and horror might amuse readers. Or a video of me yelling at my class for how the treated the sub while I was getting my flu shot. 

Confession: Today was a rest day. I had planned to go to Body Pump at a different gym I have a free pass for (are we noticing a trend with Body Pump?), but I didn't. Because the bed felt so good, and because I'm not on a training plan, so I slept in. To be honest, I really hate admitting things like this on the blog, even though I have proudly proclaimed my laziness. It seems like so many other bloggers are constantly motivated and never take an impromptu rest day - sure, maybe because of busy-ness, but not just because they are tired and they feel like it. But, oh well, I'm not quite that motivated, and sometimes sleep wins out. Don't hate me.


I'll leave you with the one picture I did take during my run on Sunday, so you can get an idea of what my neighborhood is like. 

Sometimes, you just can't wait to get home to rip into the vibrating condom package.

Do you ever wish someone was following you around with a video camera so you'd constantly be ready to post on your blog? Wait....that is a little creepy. Answer anyway, though.

Do you ever just skip a workout because you're tired and don't feel like it? In my defense, I had to spend a crazy day punishing kids and then come home and write a paper for hours yesterday.