Exercise could kill you

Last Monday, on my way to the gym for a session with Trainer Extraordinaire, I got in a little accident. The roads were really bad but I wanted to make my session because I don't like to cancel and, let's be honest, I needed the exercise after a weekend of eating cupcakes and going out to dinner for a friend's birthday.

As I was slowly driving along and scoffing at the dumbass on her cell phone in the lane next to me, I felt my car start to slide on the ice and snow.  I did a complete 360 on the highway, crossed all three lanes of traffic, hit the guardrail with the back of my car and bounced so hard the passenger side of my car hit the guardrail.  It scared the bejesus out of me! Luckily, I was unharmed (Dumbass Cell Phone Talker stopped to ask if I was ok).

Unfortunately, I soon discovered that my 7-year old Saturn Vue with 130,000 miles and a history of eating transmissions was also fine.  Yes, Sue the Vue now has a nice dent in her bumper and a little bit of scratched paint, but other than that, she is right as rain.  I was really hoping this was my ticket into that new Benz Dodge Dart I have been wanting. No Dice.

And the worst part of all of this...after I realized my car was still drivable, I drove to the gym.  To be fair, the gym was closer than my house and I wanted to get off the road quickly. I was scared and my hands were shaking. So basically, it breaks down to this:  I got into an accident and not only did I NOT get a new car, I didn't even get to miss my workout.  CAR ACCIDENT FAIL!

We did a very light workout of just walking a couple of miles to make sure I didn't get too sore or find out the hard way I hurt my back.  Talk about dedication to losing weight!

I Have a Rare Syndrom Known as T-Rex Arms

Tyrannosaurus Rex
Originally uploaded by Carly Whelan

Justin is my trainer extraordinaire and he is helping me with the ill-fated endeavor. When I first started working out with him, we did a lot of boxing and MMA fighting techniques for a great cardio workout. Now that I have officially started my training for the run, I do cardio on my own and use my weekly session with him to learn how to lift weights and build muscle.


I. hate. every. minute. of. it. But I continue to do it because I know it is a great way get my body to burn fat more efficiently. And since I have the metabolism of a three-toed sloth, I am looking for any boost, short of using cocaine, that I can get.


This leads me to today...my arms are so sore from lifting yesterday that I typed this entire post with my breath. I have become an exercise-induced Stephen Hawking, minus the wheel-chair and the creepy computer voice. Actually, since I can still walk and have taken to keeping my arms all curled up close to my body, I more closely resemble a Tyrannosaurus Rex with those tiny, little, useless arms.  Hopefully, by tomorrow's training session I will be less sore.

I hate running...

...and I am signed up to run a half-marathon in October.

Hi! I'm Gina. I like to get myself into trouble. As I said before, I am signed up to run a half-marathon in October. Of 2010. Not 2045. When I might actually be prepared for such a race. This may be the biggest mess I have managed to get myself into yet.

How I got myself into this jam:

I turn 30 at the end of September and I have quite a bit of weight to lose so I decided to sign up for a half-marathon at Disney World on October 2, 2010. I am working with a trainer and making lifestyle changes to accomplish this goal. "F*&%! What have I done?" runs through my mind about 13 times a day when I think about this goal. "F%*$! I would rather have a zebra cake!" runs through my mind daily when I have to go to the gym. But here I am...for better or worse...

A little bit about me:

I grew up in Illinois, went to college in Ohio, spent some time in Washington, DC, and moved to Michigan to go to the only broke-ass law school that would let me in after the wild ride that was college experience. I had no intention to stay in Michigan after I flunked out of finished law school. However, fate stepped in and I met my wonderful husband. Next thing I knew, I had a Michigan driver's license and I started showing people where I lived by using my hand as a map. Funny how life shows you exactly who is boss sometimes.

Traveling, cooking, reading, searching the internet, and watching reality television are my passions. My family and friends are what keep me going each and every day. Oh yeah, and some people would tell you I like to talk on the phone from time to time.

My bloggy intentions:

I hope to use my little piece of the world wide webz to chronicle my daily life, my battle with the gym, and how I doing in my mission to become a pound-slayer and run this stupid half-marathon.