One of the struggles I've had with Juneathon is finding time...
Day 23:
Yesterday I woke up with more pain from the previous days workout video, as the instructor had promised. Instead of just a bit of pain in my lower back the whole thing hurt.
I'd planned to exercise when I'd gotten back to Canterbury before I had to get ready for work. That is what I did, but not as rigorous as planned. I only got back to my house at half 9 and needed to leave the house an hour later to get to work.
After making my bed and unpacking I had about 15 mins to do some exercise. I quickly settled on 100 squats. I was exhausted afterwards (well, I'd even been yawning beforehand) and immediately had to have the quickest shower of my life and get ready for work, completely unsure of how I was going to survive the night, and hoping I wouldn't ache too much during the shift!
Day 24:
I left work just after 7am this morning and was in my bed at 8am. After around 5 hours sleep I awoke in a zombified state and headed for the kitchen for breakfast - it may have been after midday, but it was my morning.
When I had gathered some energy I dragged myself from my bed and headed to my sister's house to borrow her washing machine (ours is broken). We ended up watching the film Stepmom while I waited for the load to be done, and after it had finished her lovely boyfriend, Pete, drove me home as it was raining. It was then gone 7pm.
All I wanted to do, especially due to the weather, was spend the day/night (feels like daytime) snuggled on the sofa watching films. I couldn't get too comfy though, otherwise I'd never get to work!
I was putting off my exercise, anticipating an estranged housemate returning to get her belongings, but seeing as she is currently two hours late I gave up waiting and got to it. I found another 10 minute workout video on YouTube and gave it a go.
I used THIS video.
One thing I cannot understand after doing this, is how these women don't even look sweaty or out of breath! And they're so coordinated!
I struggled to remember to breath, to keep up with them, and not to trip over myself.
The hardest exercise in this workout was the plié jump. It hurt. I struggled. The rest didn't as hurt much, but I struggled to keep up.
Working until 7am again and start at 9pm tomorrow, hoping to find more time to exercise somewhere inbetween.
See ya...
Sunday, 29 June 2014
Friday, 27 June 2014
Juneathon Day 22: Disbelief
Today I remembered to exercise, but almost forgot to blog!
Today's exercise was completed in the morning (please, try not to faint). I completed thee workout video I had planned to do yesterday before all of the drama occurred in my life.
I used THIS VIDEO on YouTube.
It looked quite easy, even for me, so I had planned to do more another video this evening which is why the blog section was postponed.
When I got going, still wearing my pyjama bottoms, I thought 'You know, this is okay'. The only issue I had was my lack of co-ordination - I even struggled to breath in time!
In the video the instructor says 'This exercise is great because you don't feel it until the next day'. I wasn't sure I believed her, it felt too easy.
However, waiting until evening to post this has proven useful as I can now tell you it doesn't require 24 hours for the pain to kick in. My lower back has ached for several hours now. This, apparently, is a positive thing. Hopefully the pain is no greater in the AM.
Not long left of Juneathon now, and for the rest of the duration I don't think there'll be any more morning madness, as I am starting a week of night shifts tomorrow.
Nearly there though, and if you're lovely enough to help me through this last push click this link: https://www.justgiving.com/Shelby-Juneathon/
Today's exercise was completed in the morning (please, try not to faint). I completed thee workout video I had planned to do yesterday before all of the drama occurred in my life.
I used THIS VIDEO on YouTube.
It looked quite easy, even for me, so I had planned to do more another video this evening which is why the blog section was postponed.
When I got going, still wearing my pyjama bottoms, I thought 'You know, this is okay'. The only issue I had was my lack of co-ordination - I even struggled to breath in time!
In the video the instructor says 'This exercise is great because you don't feel it until the next day'. I wasn't sure I believed her, it felt too easy.
However, waiting until evening to post this has proven useful as I can now tell you it doesn't require 24 hours for the pain to kick in. My lower back has ached for several hours now. This, apparently, is a positive thing. Hopefully the pain is no greater in the AM.
Not long left of Juneathon now, and for the rest of the duration I don't think there'll be any more morning madness, as I am starting a week of night shifts tomorrow.
Nearly there though, and if you're lovely enough to help me through this last push click this link: https://www.justgiving.com/Shelby-Juneathon/
Thursday, 26 June 2014
Juneathon Day 20 & 21: A Real Struggle
It has been a struggle the last two days...
Day 20:
Yesterday was a struggle, firstly to walk in the morning as I had walked way over 10 miles the previous evening but mainly because I nearly forgot about Juneathon altogether.
I went to visit a friend and stay the night. Early in the evening I had said I will do Juneathon before bed - said friend, Alice, is a dance teacher and very fitness savvy so I figured she'd put me through a rigorous workout.
However, after we'd eaten out we went back to hers and both got comfy and started watching a girly film and it wasn't until about halfway through that I remembered - I hadn't done any exercise yet (besides running to catch the bus, but I doubted that would count).
So we paused the film and as I had a belly ache we decided the best form of exercise would be to focus on my arms. I did a similar exercise to the day I used two Oasis bottles, except this time I did one arm at a time because the weight I was using was much heavier and more difficult to grasp - the most suitable thing we could find in her bedroom - an unopened bottle of Amaretto.
While she timed me I did the reps on one arm at a time. Amaretto proved to be much more of a struggle than Oasis bottles filled with water. My arms began resisting almost immediately. I manage about half the time in total as I had the previous time, but the weight used was much heavier.
Day 21:
Today began very sleepily. We hadn't had much sleep as I was awoken by Alice looking out of the window while on the phone. Even though it was dark outside I sleepily assumed it was morning. I swiftly discovered it was not when I realised why Alice was on the phone - she was calling the fire brigade. A pub garden a few houses down was ablaze. She then also called the own of the pub after Googling their number and woke them and alerted them to the situation.
After all of that we still couldn't go to sleep straight away as we watched from the window to be sure the situation didn't worsen - as it happens, it was all okay.
On top of all of that I still had a belly ache this morning and when I finally arrived home I hadn't much energy to do anything.
After spending a while laying down and trying to get over the pain, I decided the best thing to do would be to get up and do the exercise as the quicker I did the quicker I could spend the rest of the day chilling out and not feeling guilty about it.
As I was about to get ready to do this my housemate, Emily, came home and said she was going to ASDA. I needed to get some bits so then went with her. I was then going to go upstairs and do a workout, I'd even found a video on YouTube to use, but as I was getting ready I received a phone call inviting me to an interview, an hour and a half from the time of the phone call.
I then had to put exercise on hold again and had to quickly get ready. After the interview a friend had visited and my rearranged plan was to workout after he'd left, but while he was there I received a phone call which made me have to make an unexpected visit home for unforeseen circumstances.
In the drama of the evening I ended up doing exercise before bed again! At this point everyone in the house was asleep - earlier in the evening my step-dad suggested I do 50 star jumps, so I did that plus 50 bicycle crunches.
Tomorrow I will try to begin and end the day with a workout video to make up for the two-day poor effort.
There's not long of Juneaton left now, so please if you have or have not thought to do it yet think and act now, click the following link and sponsor me! You are all the motivation I need: https://www.justgiving.com/Shelby-Juneathon/
Day 20:
Yesterday was a struggle, firstly to walk in the morning as I had walked way over 10 miles the previous evening but mainly because I nearly forgot about Juneathon altogether.
I went to visit a friend and stay the night. Early in the evening I had said I will do Juneathon before bed - said friend, Alice, is a dance teacher and very fitness savvy so I figured she'd put me through a rigorous workout.
However, after we'd eaten out we went back to hers and both got comfy and started watching a girly film and it wasn't until about halfway through that I remembered - I hadn't done any exercise yet (besides running to catch the bus, but I doubted that would count).
So we paused the film and as I had a belly ache we decided the best form of exercise would be to focus on my arms. I did a similar exercise to the day I used two Oasis bottles, except this time I did one arm at a time because the weight I was using was much heavier and more difficult to grasp - the most suitable thing we could find in her bedroom - an unopened bottle of Amaretto.
While she timed me I did the reps on one arm at a time. Amaretto proved to be much more of a struggle than Oasis bottles filled with water. My arms began resisting almost immediately. I manage about half the time in total as I had the previous time, but the weight used was much heavier.
Day 21:
Today began very sleepily. We hadn't had much sleep as I was awoken by Alice looking out of the window while on the phone. Even though it was dark outside I sleepily assumed it was morning. I swiftly discovered it was not when I realised why Alice was on the phone - she was calling the fire brigade. A pub garden a few houses down was ablaze. She then also called the own of the pub after Googling their number and woke them and alerted them to the situation.
After all of that we still couldn't go to sleep straight away as we watched from the window to be sure the situation didn't worsen - as it happens, it was all okay.
On top of all of that I still had a belly ache this morning and when I finally arrived home I hadn't much energy to do anything.
After spending a while laying down and trying to get over the pain, I decided the best thing to do would be to get up and do the exercise as the quicker I did the quicker I could spend the rest of the day chilling out and not feeling guilty about it.
As I was about to get ready to do this my housemate, Emily, came home and said she was going to ASDA. I needed to get some bits so then went with her. I was then going to go upstairs and do a workout, I'd even found a video on YouTube to use, but as I was getting ready I received a phone call inviting me to an interview, an hour and a half from the time of the phone call.
I then had to put exercise on hold again and had to quickly get ready. After the interview a friend had visited and my rearranged plan was to workout after he'd left, but while he was there I received a phone call which made me have to make an unexpected visit home for unforeseen circumstances.
In the drama of the evening I ended up doing exercise before bed again! At this point everyone in the house was asleep - earlier in the evening my step-dad suggested I do 50 star jumps, so I did that plus 50 bicycle crunches.
Tomorrow I will try to begin and end the day with a workout video to make up for the two-day poor effort.
There's not long of Juneaton left now, so please if you have or have not thought to do it yet think and act now, click the following link and sponsor me! You are all the motivation I need: https://www.justgiving.com/Shelby-Juneathon/
Wednesday, 25 June 2014
Juneathon Day 19: "I Think I Know Where I am Now!"
I attempted to write this yesterday but neither me or my laptop had the energy...
I finished work at 3:15pm yesterday, then walked home got changed and left the house at 4:08pm. I didn't get back home until gone 9:00pm.
My friend Jamie suggested to me that for Juneathon I should walk to Whitstable, and for some reason I agreed, but not without dragging him into it too. He knew of a bicycle path that leads directly from Canterbury to Whitstable - Crab and Winkle Way - finding it was another issue though.
Firstly he said that this path was near Canterbury West station, and we didn't go anywhere near there. I saw places I never had before in Canterbury before we finally joined the pathway by the University of Kent campus. The path even led adjacent to a road we'd just walked along which was frustrating.
Jamie's catch phrase for the journey was: "I think I know where I am now!"
Mine: "My legs are going to fall off!"
It was about half 5 by the time we'd reached the path and my feet ached already. Once we were on the path though at least we actually felt as though we were actually getting somewhere.
Along the route we saw countless cyclists, runners and joggers and people who were just generally fitter than us. A lot of the journey we were walking on a gravelly path and we were thankful for proper tarmac whenever we happened upon it.
We had planned to get fish and chips when we got to Whitstable, and we were so hungry as we walked (I hadn't eaten since my lunch break at 11:30am) that through most of the journey we were planning what we were going to eat. Food was basically a driving force and motivation for this journey.
Our feet and stomachs grew excited as we neared Whitstable and could hear civilisation (most of the route was past fields, farms and more fields). Before we'd left Jamie's Dad had told us that the route ended by a Tesco's and we were so hungry and excited to be there but the time we saw it that we practically ran in. We both bought snacks to tide us over until we could find a fish and chip shop.
When we walked out of Tesco though we noticed than the skies had opened. Heavy downpours had begun and being the responsible person I am, there was a hoody in my bag - Jamie however, not so organised. He got soaked. I wasn't too bothered by the rain, I was too fussed by my empty stomach and painful feet, legs, lower back, shoulders...
It was probably about another half an hour until we found a fish and chip shop along the high street, and as we sat there eating Jamie phoned his mum to pick us up and neither had the energy to walk to the bus station and wait as originally planned.
As we made our way to his mums car we were both walking like we had pooed ourselves. We were in so much pain. I even had to massage my own feet before bed as they hurt so much.
It was a nice walk though, albeit painful. If I were to do it again though I'd definitely prefer to have a bike! I think we worked out we walked over 10 miles, and all after being on my feet all day at work!
(Will be doing today's exercise later on today and posting tomorrow as I am staying at a friend's)
BYE.
P.S please sponsor me: https://www.justgiving.com/Shelby-Juneathon/
I finished work at 3:15pm yesterday, then walked home got changed and left the house at 4:08pm. I didn't get back home until gone 9:00pm.
My friend Jamie suggested to me that for Juneathon I should walk to Whitstable, and for some reason I agreed, but not without dragging him into it too. He knew of a bicycle path that leads directly from Canterbury to Whitstable - Crab and Winkle Way - finding it was another issue though.
Firstly he said that this path was near Canterbury West station, and we didn't go anywhere near there. I saw places I never had before in Canterbury before we finally joined the pathway by the University of Kent campus. The path even led adjacent to a road we'd just walked along which was frustrating.
Jamie's catch phrase for the journey was: "I think I know where I am now!"
Mine: "My legs are going to fall off!"
It was about half 5 by the time we'd reached the path and my feet ached already. Once we were on the path though at least we actually felt as though we were actually getting somewhere.
Along the route we saw countless cyclists, runners and joggers and people who were just generally fitter than us. A lot of the journey we were walking on a gravelly path and we were thankful for proper tarmac whenever we happened upon it.
We had planned to get fish and chips when we got to Whitstable, and we were so hungry as we walked (I hadn't eaten since my lunch break at 11:30am) that through most of the journey we were planning what we were going to eat. Food was basically a driving force and motivation for this journey.
Our feet and stomachs grew excited as we neared Whitstable and could hear civilisation (most of the route was past fields, farms and more fields). Before we'd left Jamie's Dad had told us that the route ended by a Tesco's and we were so hungry and excited to be there but the time we saw it that we practically ran in. We both bought snacks to tide us over until we could find a fish and chip shop.
When we walked out of Tesco though we noticed than the skies had opened. Heavy downpours had begun and being the responsible person I am, there was a hoody in my bag - Jamie however, not so organised. He got soaked. I wasn't too bothered by the rain, I was too fussed by my empty stomach and painful feet, legs, lower back, shoulders...
It was probably about another half an hour until we found a fish and chip shop along the high street, and as we sat there eating Jamie phoned his mum to pick us up and neither had the energy to walk to the bus station and wait as originally planned.
As we made our way to his mums car we were both walking like we had pooed ourselves. We were in so much pain. I even had to massage my own feet before bed as they hurt so much.
It was a nice walk though, albeit painful. If I were to do it again though I'd definitely prefer to have a bike! I think we worked out we walked over 10 miles, and all after being on my feet all day at work!
(Will be doing today's exercise later on today and posting tomorrow as I am staying at a friend's)
BYE.
P.S please sponsor me: https://www.justgiving.com/Shelby-Juneathon/
Monday, 23 June 2014
Juneathon Day 18: Spontaneous Combustion
I hurt... everywhere.
I finished work at about 17:40 and my feet were aching from standing up all day. I then did a quick shop and walked home, which caused my neck and shoulders to ache from the weight of the heavy bags. Then, despite all of that, I got home got changed and went for a run.
I left my house at 19:00 armed with an iPod, bottle of water, and my house keys (so thankful I didn't forget those). This is the route I took:
Kent Ave and Warwick Rd are uphill, so I didn't enjoy those - but St Martin's Hill was a downhill run, which was good! Along Littlebouarne before I'd hit the downward slops I felt like I was running and going nowhere.
At one point my face was so red hot, and I was so breathless and had such a mega fast heart-rate that I feared I was going to spontaneously combust - especially since (according to the BBC it was 21 degrees out there, proof:
But, I made it home and I wasn't as self conscious as I thought I'd be about people watching me run and I actually felt a great sense of achievement when I walked back through my front door, if not a little disgusted at how I look, I mean - look at the state I'm in:
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P.S that's gotta be worth some sponsorship, right? If you're feeling lovely click this link: https://www.justgiving.com/Shelby-Juneathon/
I finished work at about 17:40 and my feet were aching from standing up all day. I then did a quick shop and walked home, which caused my neck and shoulders to ache from the weight of the heavy bags. Then, despite all of that, I got home got changed and went for a run.
I left my house at 19:00 armed with an iPod, bottle of water, and my house keys (so thankful I didn't forget those). This is the route I took:
Kent Ave and Warwick Rd are uphill, so I didn't enjoy those - but St Martin's Hill was a downhill run, which was good! Along Littlebouarne before I'd hit the downward slops I felt like I was running and going nowhere.
At one point my face was so red hot, and I was so breathless and had such a mega fast heart-rate that I feared I was going to spontaneously combust - especially since (according to the BBC it was 21 degrees out there, proof:
But, I made it home and I wasn't as self conscious as I thought I'd be about people watching me run and I actually felt a great sense of achievement when I walked back through my front door, if not a little disgusted at how I look, I mean - look at the state I'm in:
(the above picture barely does justice to the grossness of my appearance).
I am now going to go and eat dinner before I do pass out (I was even shaking when I started typing this post!). Come back tomorrow to see how my next post-work adventure goes, my friend Jamie and I are planning to walk to Whitstable from Canterbury.
Byeeee.
P.S that's gotta be worth some sponsorship, right? If you're feeling lovely click this link: https://www.justgiving.com/Shelby-Juneathon/
Sunday, 22 June 2014
Juneathon Day 17: Falling Apart
Does anything ever go to plan, like, ever?
Yet again I'd planned to get up and go for a morning run, getting Juneathon out of the way early in the day so I wouldn't have to worry later on. Especially since I was supposed to be working from 2pm - 11pm.
However, I got a phone call at 10am (as I had just finally managed to drag myself from my bed to get changed and ready) asking me to come in early. So instead of putting on jogging clothes I had to put on a uniform.
I ended up working from 11.30am - 8.30pm. Really my job which could be classed as exercise in itself - running about, carrying heavy things, mopping and sweeping etc. Unfortunately though, you lot won't sponsor me to go to work!
I decided I'd get home, get changed and go for a jog/run. However, I am starting to learn I should not plan anything...
Instead I helped my future house-mate pre-move some boxes from her current house to mine, her future house. The walk normally takes 10 minutes, but with three girls carrying heavy and awkward boxes it took so much longer. So, that's my arm workout for the day!
By the time we'd done all that I'd already sat down and had lost the energy to leave the house, let alone run anywhere. Instead I did 55 bicycle crunches before bed. Tomorrow I will DEFINITELY go for a jog/run after work (I finish at about 5.30).
Something I have discovered through Juneathon is that exercise makes my bones click a lot more than usual. I am not sure if this is a normal state of affairs, but I am just going to presume that exercise is bad and is making me fall apart, literally.
See you tomorrow, when I may be in pieces...
Yet again I'd planned to get up and go for a morning run, getting Juneathon out of the way early in the day so I wouldn't have to worry later on. Especially since I was supposed to be working from 2pm - 11pm.
However, I got a phone call at 10am (as I had just finally managed to drag myself from my bed to get changed and ready) asking me to come in early. So instead of putting on jogging clothes I had to put on a uniform.
I ended up working from 11.30am - 8.30pm. Really my job which could be classed as exercise in itself - running about, carrying heavy things, mopping and sweeping etc. Unfortunately though, you lot won't sponsor me to go to work!
I decided I'd get home, get changed and go for a jog/run. However, I am starting to learn I should not plan anything...
Instead I helped my future house-mate pre-move some boxes from her current house to mine, her future house. The walk normally takes 10 minutes, but with three girls carrying heavy and awkward boxes it took so much longer. So, that's my arm workout for the day!
By the time we'd done all that I'd already sat down and had lost the energy to leave the house, let alone run anywhere. Instead I did 55 bicycle crunches before bed. Tomorrow I will DEFINITELY go for a jog/run after work (I finish at about 5.30).
Something I have discovered through Juneathon is that exercise makes my bones click a lot more than usual. I am not sure if this is a normal state of affairs, but I am just going to presume that exercise is bad and is making me fall apart, literally.
See you tomorrow, when I may be in pieces...
Saturday, 21 June 2014
Juneathon Days 15 & 16: Power Walking and Power Napping
I'm playing catch-up again, but only because I have been super busy...
Day 15:
Remember how on Day 2 I finished all of my exercise with less than an hour to get ready for a hen night? Well yesterday was the hen's wedding, and this time I was determined not to be rushing about at the last minute...
My plan was to wake up early and go for a run, followed by a shower then a Doctor's appointment, and then popping to my sister's to borrow a dress before heading to the train station, travelling back to Medway, getting my eyebrows done and then getting ready for the wedding - I bet you can guess that it somehow ended up nothing like that.
What really happened was my sister needed me to go round before 12, meaning I would have to pop over before the Doctor's which then meant I had no time for either the run or the shower. A heavy application of dry shampoo and a super brisk power walk later I arrived at her house with only 15 minutes until my appointment. I was then roped into helping her edit her CV for a job application and even ended up doing it in the Doctor's waiting room and again afterwards at her house.
It was then twelve O'clock. I had four hours until my lovely eyebrow threading friend went to her retail job. Another brisk power walk later and I was back home. I packed like a crazy woman about to leave town in a hurry, which I kinda was. I then walked probably the fastest I have ever walked to the train station and made it to Chatham at 3pm, just in the nick of time really!
You're probably wondering where I found time for exercise in this day? There was certainly no time post-eyebrow thread as there was an outfit drama that I wont go into, but you see I've kind of already told you...
Yesterday's exercise may not have been an extravagant over the top workout, but I did exercise and it did hurt. After the 100 squats I'd done the previous day my above-the-knee-muscle (whatever that is) hurt, a lot. There's no way I'd have walked anywhere near as fast as I did had it not been for the severe urgency of it all!
On top of probably a total of 50mins (ish) power walking, there was also an entire evening dancing in heels which with achey above-the-knee-muscles is not an easy task.
Day 16:
I think I have gone insane...
After about 5/6 hours sleep I dragged myself out of bed at 7am to get ready to head back to Canterbury to go to work.
Today I was thankful for ticket inspectors as if it weren't for the one today, I'd have missed my stop. Reading while tired while on a train is not a good idea.
It was a boiling and draining day and when I got home I lay on my bed and did something that used to be a rarity for me: nap. I'm not sure how long I napped for, but when I woke up I napped again.
After filling myself with tuna pasta and catching up on both How I Met Your Mother and New Girl I decided I should exercise before my comfort got the better of me.
Here's the crazy part - after all that napping and eating here's what I did:
... I can't believe that just happened. What has happened to me? Have I finally caught the Juneathon bug?
Here's some picture evidence #uglyselfie:
I wrote the above bullet points out onto the blog before I'd even done them, because then I had something to strive for. The only amount left blank was the plank, because I just wanted to go for as long as possible.
When I started squating I could feel the pain from Day 14, but playing Macklemore's 'Can't Hold Us' seems to make exercise possible for me. I then did the sweatiest of the exercises - burpees. The messy bun I had on top of my head ended up of the side (see above photo). The leg raises were a struggle after the 35+ mark, but I kept reminding myself I was over halfway and it was okay.
... Then came the plank. Previously it has taken a few seconds for my body to start shaking and giving in, but today was different. Today it felt I could bare it until about 40 seconds, which was when I allowed myself to check the stopwatch. Then I held on, and told myself I could make it to one minute and I did! Today I was my own cheerleader and it felt great.
Here's the stopwatch evidence:
Day 15:
Remember how on Day 2 I finished all of my exercise with less than an hour to get ready for a hen night? Well yesterday was the hen's wedding, and this time I was determined not to be rushing about at the last minute...
My plan was to wake up early and go for a run, followed by a shower then a Doctor's appointment, and then popping to my sister's to borrow a dress before heading to the train station, travelling back to Medway, getting my eyebrows done and then getting ready for the wedding - I bet you can guess that it somehow ended up nothing like that.
What really happened was my sister needed me to go round before 12, meaning I would have to pop over before the Doctor's which then meant I had no time for either the run or the shower. A heavy application of dry shampoo and a super brisk power walk later I arrived at her house with only 15 minutes until my appointment. I was then roped into helping her edit her CV for a job application and even ended up doing it in the Doctor's waiting room and again afterwards at her house.
It was then twelve O'clock. I had four hours until my lovely eyebrow threading friend went to her retail job. Another brisk power walk later and I was back home. I packed like a crazy woman about to leave town in a hurry, which I kinda was. I then walked probably the fastest I have ever walked to the train station and made it to Chatham at 3pm, just in the nick of time really!
You're probably wondering where I found time for exercise in this day? There was certainly no time post-eyebrow thread as there was an outfit drama that I wont go into, but you see I've kind of already told you...
Yesterday's exercise may not have been an extravagant over the top workout, but I did exercise and it did hurt. After the 100 squats I'd done the previous day my above-the-knee-muscle (whatever that is) hurt, a lot. There's no way I'd have walked anywhere near as fast as I did had it not been for the severe urgency of it all!
On top of probably a total of 50mins (ish) power walking, there was also an entire evening dancing in heels which with achey above-the-knee-muscles is not an easy task.
Day 16:
I think I have gone insane...
After about 5/6 hours sleep I dragged myself out of bed at 7am to get ready to head back to Canterbury to go to work.
Today I was thankful for ticket inspectors as if it weren't for the one today, I'd have missed my stop. Reading while tired while on a train is not a good idea.
It was a boiling and draining day and when I got home I lay on my bed and did something that used to be a rarity for me: nap. I'm not sure how long I napped for, but when I woke up I napped again.
After filling myself with tuna pasta and catching up on both How I Met Your Mother and New Girl I decided I should exercise before my comfort got the better of me.
Here's the crazy part - after all that napping and eating here's what I did:
- 75 squats
- 60 burpees
- 50 leg raises
- 1 minute plank
... I can't believe that just happened. What has happened to me? Have I finally caught the Juneathon bug?
Here's some picture evidence #uglyselfie:
I wrote the above bullet points out onto the blog before I'd even done them, because then I had something to strive for. The only amount left blank was the plank, because I just wanted to go for as long as possible.
When I started squating I could feel the pain from Day 14, but playing Macklemore's 'Can't Hold Us' seems to make exercise possible for me. I then did the sweatiest of the exercises - burpees. The messy bun I had on top of my head ended up of the side (see above photo). The leg raises were a struggle after the 35+ mark, but I kept reminding myself I was over halfway and it was okay.
... Then came the plank. Previously it has taken a few seconds for my body to start shaking and giving in, but today was different. Today it felt I could bare it until about 40 seconds, which was when I allowed myself to check the stopwatch. Then I held on, and told myself I could make it to one minute and I did! Today I was my own cheerleader and it felt great.
Here's the stopwatch evidence:
I have work tomorrow, so I hope today doesn't catch up with me too much! Come back tomorrow to find out...
Oh and before you go, just click this link for me and send me a donation? It would mean the world to me: https://www.justgiving.com/Shelby-Juneathon/
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