Morning – who’s got a case of the Mondays?
We stayed up until after midnight watching the 40-year-old Virgin (stupid because we own it) and some documentary about schizophrenics (which is just always awesome).
I did the Shred at 10 p.m. — weird.
Rewind. Yesterday afternoon we jaunted out to Upland Brewing’s Indy tasting room. It was such a neat, eclectic little place — so it’s really such a shame I didn’t bring my camera. (THE HORROR!) I snapped a few shots with hubby’s phone, I’ll dig ‘em out later if I remember.
Hubby drank a pint of their wheat and I did the six-flight sampler (they also offer a three-flight sampler if you’re so inclined). My favorite was the Double Dragonfly IPA (9.1% ABV/80+ IBU), but a close second was their Nut Hugger Brown (5.2% ABV/40 IBU). I don’t usually like brown ales — it probably stems from a bad experience I had back in college (I know you think I’m going to elaborate on that; I’m not).
After that we ate at the Canal Bistro and had the most incredible gyros of our lives (but the plates were HUGE and we have a ton of leftovers– hello lunch!).
My husband fancies himself a connoisseur of gyro meat because he grew up in Chicago and worked in Greektown for a while. It annoys him when people don’t know how to pronounce gyro. (YEE-RO, not JY-RO! Hubby thanks you.)
The Bistro had Upland’s regular-strength Dragonfly IPA on tap (me), and Sun King’s Sunlight Cream Ale (husband).
So you can see why I felt compelled to do a workout before bed.
The Shred was easier this time around; I managed five “real” push-ups and then did girly ones for the rest of the circuit.
For those of you who haven’t had their ass kicked by Jillian yet, the 20-minute work out consists of three circuits: three minutes of strength, two minutes of cardio and one minute of abs (and a minute each for warm-up and cool-down, if you’re doing the math.)
The strength portion of the first circuit is the hardest, I think. You do a minute of push-ups, then jump up and do squats while lifting over your head with your hand weights; then drop down for another minute of push-ups. This is usually about the time I begin cursing Jillian through clenched teeth.
But, holy shnikies, does it work.
On running: Will give that another go tomorrow. Wish me luck.
