Leg Day… so I won’t be walking anytime soon.

After work I went to the gym. Why did I go to the gym instead of hit the streets for a run? Well…


I’ve been doing a lot of sprint workouts lately… as in, I sprint from my car to work, work to my car, my car to the gym, and the gym to my car… which is some serious cardio. The cold really works my lungs.

Today was leg day. I have to schedule leg day with much consideration as I usually cannot walk the next day. I try not to do a hard leg workout before spin classes or long runs because my quality of exercise would take a dive and I like to give it my all in spin and need all the leg power I have for long runs. I probably didn’t even have to mention that I did leg day, I mean, it’s pretty obvious from this photo.


I did an 8.0 mile progression run on the treadmill. It didn’t feel very hard and I have a feeling it was because of my shoes. I wore my New Balance’s yesterday and they are probably five times the weight of my Brooks which I wore today. I swear it makes a huge difference. 

Mile 1 @ 8:27
Mile 2 @ 8:20
Mile 3 @ 8:13
Mile 4 @ 8:06
Mile 5 @ 8:00
Mile 6 @ 7:54
Mile 7 @ 7:48
Mile 8 @ 7:42

I felt like I could really focus on my form today which is always a good thing! I tried to engage my abs as much as I could to get a bonus ab workout while I ran. 


After the run I did some planks, bicycle crunches, and LEGS. I busted out a few calf raises, lunges, squats, and dips. I made ’em burn. I am going to have to make a playlist for my daily wall sit which has surpassed four minutes now!

There was a giant dark chocolate (aka the ONLY chocolate) bar in my advent calendar this morning. Cocoa builds muscle right? I have a lot of chocolate eating to do with this giant bar!


More studying today which requires a constant stream of tea or coffee entering my body. It is no coincidence that I am drinking out of my University of Alberta mug. 


Now that I have my giant mug of tea, I am surrounded by Christmas lights, and I have plenty of studying to do, looks like I won’t be moving from the dining room table. Oh, and my legs won’t move, so I’m kind of forcibly stuck here.