Exercising Under the RadarPosted: June 30, 2010
Oof! I don’t care that I just slept like a rock for ten hours, I’m still spent! Was yesterday a draining day for you guys as well?
It started innocently enough, with a Java Chip Sludge-accino (sans Ovaltine, which I’m looking for a “cleaner” replacement for…any ideas?)
My morning involved hiking around a gator preserve/swampland and my afternoon was split between flag football games and reliving my cheerleading glory days. Oh, the joys of entertaining kids for a living.
Yep, that’s a gator, just chillin’ out on the sand.
After ten minutes of literally restraining certain students who wanted to go touch it, I was strongly tempted to just let them go. Sure, Bobby. You’re so much stronger and smarter than the gator. Go ahead. Go pet it. Hope you’re not too fond of your fingers. Or your life, cause I’m sure as hell not following you in there to save you. I quite like all my limbs, thank you very much.
So, speaking of body parts. (How’s that for a segue, eh?)
I don’t carry my camera with me when I run, but today I was so wishing that I did. Although, on second thought, there are certain sights that you can never unsee, and I’m not entirely sure you need to be subjected to actual images here.
I was chugging along, people-watching my fellow athletes as I pass them…and I crossed the path of a man running in an excruciatingly tight, speedo-bottomed black onesie with a white logo of some sort plastered across his crotch. I wish I was kidding, my friends. There was a big ol’ bumper sticker-sized circle right on his junk. It was incredibly hard not to stare, but I’m not so sure that wasn’t the runner’s intention. I’m dying to know what possessed a manufacturer to produce this, but more importantly, what possessed the fellow to put it on. I hope to hell I never feel the need to draw attention to my good bits with a color-contrast logo. Shhheeeez.
I’d been scheming up a homemade vegan pizza dinner all day, but my body rudely informed me otherwise as I was on my way home from a post-work run.
I’d been eating pretty solidly throughout the day and I thought everything was fine, but my sugar still started dropping as I was driving to my house.
I scrapped the pizza plans in favor of quick and easy sustenance – another one of my bagelwiches, a mango, some avocado slices, and some leftover split peas with honey mustard. Not that any of that was particularly prime photography material, but I was far more focused on eating than snapping shots at that given moment.
I have a feeling the day’s activities were just more strenuous on my body than I’d estimated them to be. I know that playing can take a lot out of you, but apparently more than I’d realized!
I was looking up calorie expenditure on Nutribase.com and was pretty impressed by the stats!
Did you know…*
Badminton burns 180 calories an hour? (Who on Earth actually plays badminton, btw? Maybe I should start?) Mopping will knock off 102 calories in just 60 minutes, and even a leisurely, non-competitive round of shooting hoops can tear through 156 calories for an hour-long session?
*for a 120 lb woman.
That’s crazy! I never factor in basic activities like shopping or chores into my calorie output (although I don’t count calories, I try to keep a general idea of how much I’m exerting myself so I make sure I get enough fuel).
So. I think I’m done running my mouth for one post; now it’s your turn. There’s a lot this post made me want to know about y’all! I know I can’t be the only one perpetually in a chatty mood!
- What’s the strangest/most absurd thing you’ve ever seen while exercising?
- What is your favorite unconventional exercise?
- If you count calories, do you factor in basic movements like housework, short walks, etc…?
- And finally, how much do you trust the calorie stats on tracking or charting websites?
Happy hump day, lovelies! See ya tomorrow!