A nagging concern

This past weekend I saw The Hunger Games twice within 24 hours. Now all I want to do is watch it every single day. There is also one, and only one, concern in my life right now. 


WHO WILL PLAY FINNICK? This has really been plaguing me. Especially with my plan of going to NC when they start filming to be a professional stalker. 


I do have one other slight concern. Seeing the movie made me a little nervous about my eventual motherhood (notice I said "eventually", this is not a hint). Not because I fear a new government policy that will involve reaping children into death arenas, but because I got only 5 hours of sleep after the movie, and was completely unable to function the following day. (Obviously I pulled it together to see the movie again, but that was it). Then I slept for like 10 hours the next night. I've reached the age where I have many friends with children, and from what I hear, that's not going to fly.


I know it's not exactly typecasting, but I really feel Dolvett could nail the Finnick role. 

Can't you just see him with a Trident?

One time this used to be a blog where I talked about training for races, so I'll try to get over my HG obsession and move back to that. I woke up Saturday to a notification (I love you iPhone) that my group ride was canceled since it was pouring outside with crazy thunderstorms. That basically killed my entire motivation to do anything movement related all day. I managed to get in an hour on the trainer with Felicity, and an hour of intense dancing at the bar later that night. I was sweating and had to put my hair up, so it counts.

Sunday was also supposed to be full of thunderstorms, so Lily and I decided to postpone our long bike ride until this Friday, when she has off and I have a half day of work. The sun was out by 3 or 4 pm, so, technically I could have done something other than read a book all day. FAIL. To be fair, I did manage to walk to the car so Eric could take me to DQ for a blizzard. I'm a true role model of health.

Monday was full of further fails. I didn't get up to swim in the morning. After work, I took my bike off the trainer, strapped it to my car, and headed to a group ride, only to discover that the beltway was a parking lot, so I got off at the nearest exit, went home, and put the bike back on the trainer and did a spin DVD.

Football players motivate me

One time Ray Lewis had a restaurant, and I went there, and there were mice running around under the tables. This was a better experience with his products. I nearly died doing this workout.

This morning I made up my missed swim workout, and even managed to use my own towel afterwards. Additionally, Emily from Journey to the Center of Manhattan suggested I do a ladder speed workout in the pool. Having looked up the time cutoff for my HIM yesterday, it wasn't a moment too soon to work on some speed in the pool. Doing speed intervals felt insanely tough but it also made the hour fly by, and apparently made me look hardcore, because the lifeguard complimented me after I was finished.

Are you able to function on a lack of sleep? Should I start building up my tolerance now so when the time comes I can easily survive on 40 minutes a night?

Does dancing count as a workout, if it's serious dancing? We were the only ones on the dance floor and we were really working it.