faster, stronger

I’m growing more nervous because – if you’ll remember yesterday’s blurb about the fly in my room – it appears that it might be stalking me. Why would I assume such a thing? As I was driving home from work today a fly flew into my eye and I’m certain it was the same one (I’m not certain at all). I might’ve killed it, it probably lived, but we’ll know in time.

Thus far, I’ve only completed two days of my new workout plan, but this picture sums it up:

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The plan follows the exercise sequences I’ve been doing for the past few weeks, except instead of numbered sets, I’m doing timed. This is more exhausting than I anticipated and my muscles have been burning in the best way possible.

Try doing jump squat after jump squat for thirty seconds, three times with minimal rest, and let me know if you weren’t a tired, sweaty mess after.

To spice things up, I’m also performing all four exercises per muscle group before moving on, which meant that my triceps were crying before I even started chest. I thought I was okay on Tuesday until I tried to take off my jacket. And, although leg day used to be my most dreaded day, I solved that problem by breaking it up like I would the upper body – something I’ve mentioned before – and I feel like I’m making drastic improvements. Of course, in the end, the body is all connected anyway.

Three days a week I do split training and mix it up with brief, but hard-hitting total body strength workouts twice a week, which I pair with running. On non-running days, I bike (indoor and outdoor), jump rope, or hike to get my cardio fix.

Running outside has improved my endurance, something that I despise on the treadmill. While it’s good to mix things up with intervals, I have a love/hate relationship with long(er) distance running and being able to do that is a point of pride.

On that note, we’re all caught up with my exercise news of late. Enjoy Wednesday!

take your broken heart, turn it into art

Before I begin my weekend recap, I want you all to know that Meryl Streep made me bawl. She’s had a hell of a career, which we’ve been lucky to watch. But at the Golden Globes last night, she gave her best performance. It was raw, real, and so important. Donald Trump’s presidential platform ran on bigotry, hate, and ignorance of anyone who is different than him, and thank everything, so many people are different than him. But so many people aren’t. Electing him president validates the heinous actions and words of trying to make other people feel lesser. Now we all get to suffer the consequences.

Meryl ended her speech on a bittersweet note, quoting the late and beloved “Princess Leia,” Carrie Fisher. She quoted, “Take your broken heart, make it into art.”

Let’s make that the credo of these next four years.

Saturday morning began on a perfect note, pancakes, coffee, and Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. 

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After I digested my meal and hydrated, I headed to the gym for a killer upper body body strength workout. Lots of push-ups, tricep dips, and shoulder work on this one. For cardio, I ended up doing a lot of walking for the day.

My post-workout snack was my first ever green juice. Spinach, kale, and pineapple. Delicious! I almost hate myself for loving it, especially because I don’t want to adopt an expensive habit!

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My friend Sara and I headed into the heart of Hollywood to the Second City improv open house to take a class. I wasn’t sure what to think, considering I’ve never done improv and only dabbled in acting when I was in elementary school, but I had fun! And I wasn’t terrible. I’ve read a lot about improv in books by Amy Poehler, Tina Fey, and Rachel Dratch, so even though I’m by no means an expert, I’ve learned from the experts. Glad to realize that my childhood stage fright has diminished.

So inspired were we after class, we decided to see an actual improv show. Second City was sold out, so we walked over to UCB to find that they too were sold out. Bummer. Plans diverted, we opted for Chinese takeout, Friends reruns, and some wii games.

I set my alarm early for Sunday (and by early, I mean early for Caitlin on a Sunday), ate an omelet, toast, and fruit breakfast, and headed back out with my friend Sara to hike.

I’m like, kind of obsessed with nature, you guys. My advanced apologies to all those back east who suffered through a snowstorm and are house bound thanks to the cold. Los Angeles hit the seventies this weekend. I’m not that sorry.

I’ll allow you to live vicariously through me.

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I’m obsessed with open roads. Metaphors or something.

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Seriously, the clouds.

 

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I climbed a rock and made it my temporary home.

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After our adventure, we ate the best tacos I’ve ever had in my life, journeyed to Ikea (my first time), then went to Target so I could buy a blender. Laundry, cleaning, crying over Meryl Streep, and writing this post made up the rest of my Sunday. Happy Monday, live well!