How to make your arse smaller...
How to make your arse smaller...
I have posted before about the way that interval training is horrible and how it hurts, but how very effective it is for me and operation diminish...
Quite simply, and call me vain, but running intervals makes my arse shrink.
If I don't run intervals, my arse spreads.
Simple as that.
And no matter how much I want to deny being shallow, the smaller my bum is, the higher up it sits, the better I feel about myself. Perky is as perky does.
So, I've invested in a treadmill for at home.
It means that on all the mornings and evenings that I am at home with the kids I can still run, without having to worry about them. First thing in the morning, when they are still asleep. Or last thing at night, when I've finally done all the chores, and they are snuggled down.
It's not the same as running up and down the steep hills in my neighbourhood; but once the treadmill is set on a decent incline and ramped up to about 10.5 km per hour, it does do the job OK to get my heart rate up.
So, I've been running intervals - three minute sprints, 90 second recovery, three minute sprint, rinse, repeat...for 40 minutes.
And because I have to get myself and the kids ready to get to work and school in the mornings - those recovery times? Those little bits of relief before the next vomit inducing sprint? That's when I do all the little jobs....
Did you know you can do all these things in 90 seconds?!
- Stuff a load of laundry in the machine, slap the detergent in and set the washing machine off?
- Lay the table for breakfast and pour the juice
- Empty the top level of the dishwasher
- Empty the second level in the dishwasher
- Screech at the kids to get out of bed
- Spread three rounds of toast with Vegemite
- Make three kids beds
- Clean the toilet
Warm up for 5 mins. Run your arse off for three minutes. Do a domestic chore in 90 seconds. Repeat the sprint/domestic chore bits another 5 times. 37 minute workout. Arse is smaller. Skin is glowing.
Done.
Too hard to exercise around the kids? Err, Lucy, you slack tart, no it's not.
No time to exercise? Errr....yes, I think I just found some time.
Am I mad? To run around like this in the pursuit of feeling good?
Am I mad? To run around like this in the pursuit of feeling good?
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