Hair of the Dog!
So my new philosophy in life.... at least for this month... is "hair of the dog"
For those unfamiliar with it, it is usually applied to drinking. something like "hair of the dog that bit you" meaning that if you're still hungover, another dab'll do ya, and you'll feel spectacular or at least normal. Now, something tells me that's how alcoholics get started, but whatever works...
Whereas I'm not going to be using this for alcohol necessarily (my liver is weak), it has been this week and is going to continue to be applicable to my new workout regime.
Tuesday at Aikido kicked my ass (well my thighs mostly) and I'm bruised and tender all over, but I decided "hair of the dog" and Wednesday night still did my treadmill for 45 minutes in spite of my ouchy ouch legs. After my tribute to the hamster platform, the legs weren't any worse for it and I felt better for it.
And tonight, although the easier thing to do would be not to go to Aikido and get more ouchy, I think "hair of the dog" again, and I'm going to go for a double class no less. I figure eventually it will stop hurting altogether (in theory) and I'll have rock hard smokin' thighs (for the first time in my life), goodbye cottage cheese cellulite and hip shelves.
Hoorah! (challenging that R. Lee Ermy guy from Mail Call)
For those unfamiliar with it, it is usually applied to drinking. something like "hair of the dog that bit you" meaning that if you're still hungover, another dab'll do ya, and you'll feel spectacular or at least normal. Now, something tells me that's how alcoholics get started, but whatever works...
Whereas I'm not going to be using this for alcohol necessarily (my liver is weak), it has been this week and is going to continue to be applicable to my new workout regime.
Tuesday at Aikido kicked my ass (well my thighs mostly) and I'm bruised and tender all over, but I decided "hair of the dog" and Wednesday night still did my treadmill for 45 minutes in spite of my ouchy ouch legs. After my tribute to the hamster platform, the legs weren't any worse for it and I felt better for it.
And tonight, although the easier thing to do would be not to go to Aikido and get more ouchy, I think "hair of the dog" again, and I'm going to go for a double class no less. I figure eventually it will stop hurting altogether (in theory) and I'll have rock hard smokin' thighs (for the first time in my life), goodbye cottage cheese cellulite and hip shelves.
Hoorah! (challenging that R. Lee Ermy guy from Mail Call)