Wearing Down

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.

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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.