With the busy-ness that this season tends to induce, I am finding it difficult to fit even one hour long workout into my schedule.
So, I am back to breaking them up into smaller increments, again.
I won't deny that my weight isn't coming off quite as quickly as I would like at this point, but there is just so little time and so much to do.
To attempt to compensate for the decreased time, I am working in what I consider more intense workouts.
Yesterday, I did a double workout with 45 minutes on the elliptical in the morning followed by a 30 minute "Explosive Cardio" workout last night.
And can I just tell you, I am really not as explosive as Explosive Cardio Guy wanted me to be, but whatever.
I started the workout thinking, "Look, girl," (Yes, I call myself "girl" in my "in my head" conversations - what's it to ya?) "You can run 3 miles.... Explosive Cardio has nothing on you.... Plus, everyone says this stuff helps improve your running speed.... You CAN TOTALLY do this."
And the first 10 minutes, I totally did it.
I stuck with him, every step.
Even when he added moves in.
But somewhere between 10 minutes and 20 minutes, my body started saying something about this being a little harder than we were thinking.
And somewhere between 20 and 30 minutes, my squat jumps turned into something barely reminiscent of even a squat hop.
And my breathing turned into Days of our Lives panting, only with alot more sweat and absolutely no sexiness.
Which is pretty much my way of saying that I am nowhere near being in the shape I want to be in.
But I am closer than I was.