fun, accessible workouts for women
It has been brought to my attention over the last few weeks that I am not necessarily what some people might consider a lazy girl. Now I don’t deny that (it’s all right there on my ‘about’ page) but I did think it was worth giving you a little more insight into why – with all the options out there – I went with Lazy Girl Fitness, and what it means to me. Let me start by giving you a few facts:
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Dust off your summer frocks and dig out your swimsuits my friends, because this Friday is the shortest day of the year. In practical terms it mightn’t mean much (Saturday brings us just one extra second of daylight) but to me, it means everything. In fact, call me an optimist or just call me crazy, but I’d go so far as to say that as of next weekend we’re on the downhill slide to summer.
Single leg bridge
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It’s a little under 11 weeks until the 2013 Sun-Herald City2Surf, and people all over the country are starting to panic a little. Why did I enter? Is there enough time left to train? Do I really have to wear a Spiderman costume? Well folks, the answers to those, and many more questions, will be answered in today’s post.
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No, it’s not a skipping rope. I am, of course, talking about a DOG. Seriously, a dog is your ticket to incidental exercise. When you make the decision to own a dog, you’re making a commitment of sorts to your health and wellbeing. A dog needs to be walked, he needs to breathe fresh air and other doggie smells and your ‘I’ll start tomorrow’ excuses just won’t cut it with him.
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I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with stairs. Actually, it’s more of a grudging respect-hate relationship. They hurt, oh how they hurt, but damn they’re good for you.
Stairs Wednesday has become a bit of a tradition in my workplace. Every week we lace up our joggers and head to Mrs Macquarie’s Chair for a little dose of hell on earth. Now the concept of a stairs workout just ain’t that complicated. You go up, you go down. Singles, doubles, jumps, hops, however you do it, it’s going to hurt. And this week, hurt it did. By the end of our session I was literally dripping with sweat, and my legs were shaking for the entire jog (which I’m big enough to admit petered into a walk) back to the office.
Where the fun begins!
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