my new almost favorite workout

Here's the situation, I needed to run today. I'm on this schedule, blah blah blah. 
Something you should know about me, is when I make a plan or a schedule - it is VERY hard for me to back out. It's like planners guilt or something. 


But you know how it goes, it was raining all day, the kids got up super early, on and on and on. All of a sudden it was 4:30pm, I knew I had to make dinner and I knew I wouldn't run after eating dinner - plus the whole act of wrestling three children into bed usually exhausts me to the point of inability to exercise. Enter wonderful Nonny, my mom, who decides to whisk the kiddos off to the grocery store and out for dinner. Husband is still working, dinner is mostly prepped. 
I seize my chance and run out in the drizzle. 


And I'M BOOKING IT. No ipod, no watch, nothing but me and a few miles. 
I literally kept thinking, "wow - I can't believe I've finally reached this point in running where I don't constantly think about wanting to stop!" What a feeling! And then, I hear a thunder of death resound through all of South Carolina and basically shake the pavement beneath my feet. 
Poop. The sky is about to open up. As I round the corner after my first 1.5 miles and embark on the next, I see my husband pulling out of the driveway - coming to get me because it is obviously too unsafe to run in this kind of end-of-times thunder & lightning. 

So what did I do? 
Make up a hilarious new marriage workout. Indoors. 
Turned on some music and decided I would move, move, move until my body gave out. 

Cardio for a few minutes, weights for a few minutes, yoga pose. Repeat. 

jumping jacks. bicep/hammer curls. pigeon. 

alternating front kicks. shoulder press. half moon. 

When I ran out of ideas, I asked Nick to yell out new moves. 
This was not the wisest idea. His suggestions were always too hard. But when your husband is standing over you, WATCHING YOU, (and then taking pictures of you!?), how can you not complete his suggestions? His last suggestions was 20 complete cycles of the running the stairs at my parents house. Around number 13, I think I yelled, "you're putting the kids to bed!"Around number 15, I croaked, "puh-lease get me some water!"

Not as good or as fun as my semi-successful-seming run, but it was a blast to get drill-sargent-barked-at by my husband. 

hot yoga.

Exercise is going okay while on vacation. Not awesome, not awful.

I had kind of narrowed down my exercise routine to a three day rotation:

a) jillian's 30 day shred, level 3.

b) day of running.

c) yoga.

I've gotten a few Jillian days in, and running has been surprisingly great (another post for another day), but I'll confess - I've been much less motivated to do yoga without my sunny, beautiful, yellow yoga mat that I had to leave behind because I simply couldn't fit in my bag.

However, I'm slowly getting back on the yoga train and a big goal always helps me out. So here is my new goal for myself: sometime in the proximity of my 26th birthday (one week from today), I want to go to a local bikram (hot yoga) studio an take a 90 minute class.

You might think you love yoga, but do you love it 90 minutes worth?

Hot yoga might sound intriguing, but 105 degrees? Hm. We'll see.

I think I'm committed, but committed enough for this local studio that doesn't allow you to leave early?

I did a little warm-up on my mom's backporch today, in the 94 degree heat with p90x yoga. It was definitely do-able, but there seems to be such a difference in 94 and 105. Oh, and there is DEFINITELY a huge difference between falling by yourself when you can't hold half-moon, and falling in front of a room of strangers.

Only time will tell.