Juneathon Day 7: A Down Day

Today was not a good day...

I woke up hot and sweaty again and have now contacted my landlord as I think there's something wrong with my radiator (happy days), and then realised I have finished all of series two Orange is the New Black which has left me feeling empty, but I did manage to sort of clear off my desk and organise a little!

I spent most of the day feeling sorry for myself and looking for jobs online to no avail, and feeling really down. I forced myself to sit in the sun and make the most of my day off in an attempt to cheer myself up but basically ended up crying while eating an ice lolly.

Perhaps I should do 100 Happy Days again, that made me feel great it even made me decide there was no such thing as a bad day - which I definitely need to remind myself of today so... Pros of today: it was sunny, spoke to my mum who cheered me up, found a Budweiser in the fridge (major win) and ordered Chinese takeaway with my housemate, Emily. . . That's better.

I read somewhere that exercise is supposed to release the same endorphins as chocolate, but I have yet to feel any evidence of this... especially today when I need those endorphins, or just chocolate, most.

While waiting for the Chinese to arrive I decided to do some exercise. I had very little enthusiasm today for anything, let alone Juneathon - but somehow I managed it. Today I did 70 sit ups, 60 leg raises and a very poor 30 second plank. I did the sit ups and leg raises with short breathers throughout, but the leg raises required more breaks and kept making my thigh bones click! The plank was difficult as it made me whole body shake - why does it have to cause pain to do good, can't it just feel good!

The exercise was all washed down with the refreshingly cold Bud and will soon be followed by a Chinese (basically undoing all the work). Damn.

Please please please take a moment to sponsor me - anything amount will make me happy and help Macmillan continue their great work: http://www.justgiving.com/Shelby-Juneathon

Juneathon Day 4: Finding Motivation

I am writing this blog post as I catch my breath and sweat runs down my forehead (attractive imagery, right?). 

I haven't had a very productive day. It has mostly been spent milling about, packing, travelling back to Canterbury, starting to unpack and procrastinating by watching more Orange is the New Black (I have an addiction).

Yesterday, as I am sure you've read, my Juneathon exercise was a kick-boxing cardio workout, and while at the time I felt okay (albeit slightly out-of-breath and sweaty) today I certainly felt it. Again, my abs (it feels weird calling my flabby belly this) ached and while carrying my suitcase down the steps onto the platform at Chatham train station my legs felt as if they'd been replaced by jelly.

I returned to a room hotter than the one I has stayed in at the hotel in Majorca. It had been locked since I left on the 27th May with the windows closed. My lovely bedroom was now a sauna - I struggle to breath in saunas. Being already hot and sweaty it was a struggle to find the motivation to convince myself to exercise - but I found it, on my JustGiving page!

I received my second donation today! It reiterated to me the phrase "No pain no gain". All this pain is worth it when I receive a donation, thank you.

So I looked at the list of suggestions and chose one suitable to my environment, i.e my sauna bedroom (I wasn't going to risk my house-mate walking into the lounge and seeing me in all my sweaty-exercising glory). I chose to do a Burpee (thanks for the suggestion Tanya Louise Alice Harris) - whatever that is...

After searching and watching a How-To video on YouTube I was ready(ish). I cleared my half unpacked suitcase out of the way, put on my Workout Playlist on Spotify and began.

My house-mate may not have been able to see what I was doing, but from the sound of me banging about I can only wonder what he thought was going on! As seems to be a running theme, the Burpees started off okay and I cockily thought 'This is okay actually', then the breathlessness joined me and the sweatiness multiplied.

Tanya didn't suggest an amount so I aimed for 50. I fought past the breathlessness, facing my mirror and staring myself down as I completed the task.

Undoubtedly I now look stunning, see: 

Note the shiny-sweaty face? Mmm. Please give me more motivation and donate here: http://www.justgiving.com/Shelby-Juneathon

See you tomorrow...