Mr. Squiggles

Workout:

45 Minutes Stairs:  Switching between levels 16-20 on fat burner mode.  Got to get my muscles ready for the next time I need to quickly jump on top of something.  You will see why shortly.

45 Minutes Elliptical:  One minute Intervals high tension at a quick speed, 20-30 second recoveries at a lower tension while still maintaining speed. Time flew by with my Runners World Magazine circa 1997

10 Minutes Abs:  Reverse crunches, planks and ball work.

 

Food:

 

Waiting for the bell to ring, blogging and eating some oatmeal with apples, pumpkin pie spice and almond butter a la Costco.  A moment of silence for Jenn.... the nearest Costco to her is 5 hour away.

 

(That is my sad face)

 

 

This post is completely unrelated to health or fitness so feel free to skip it.  I am traumatized.  If you don't already know I am dramatic.

 

As you remember I was on cloud nine last night.  I had more endorphins pumping through my veins than actual blood from teaching spin, I finally had some time to look at my FAVORITE (See below for links, these girls are my heroes!!) blogs and I had a belly full of my favorite cinnamon sugar bread.  I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed at 10:30.  I picked up my towel (see if I ever try to tidy up again) and I heard a thump and something scattered over my toes.  M.O.U.S.E.  I screamed so loud the neighbors called and I couldn't unlock the stupid door to get out for at least 15 seconds.  This is the second time we have had a mouse.  My bladder ruptured because I didn't get up to 3 times during the night to go to the bathroom like I usually do (no, I am not prego or diabetic).

 

Billy named him Mr. Squiggles.  He lived in Ukraine for two years.  This is nothing compared to what he has lived with.  Read about my previous experience with animals in my bathroom here. Today is going to be a good day and I am moving on!

 

On a very happy note below is a list of my favorite running/healthy living blogs.  I will be looking at these today during my lunch break.  Reading these blogs is therapeutic for me and will get my mind off of Mr. Squiggles making a bed in my Uggs and Saucony's Racers.