Nothing seems to kill me quite like Insanity.  As grueling as Insanity was... I was so happy and proud of myself in the midst of it.  These past few days I've lacked that pride and self assurance.  I've been looking at myself with disgust and blah blah blah.  Maybe self-torture brings happiness and self approval in my life.  Ha.  I have to figure this out and see myself in a new light (with or without Insanity).

I did Insanity this morning after mowing the lawn.  Stankin' tough.

 This entire weekend has only one SHOUT out:  My Hubby

My Hubby is an incredibly fit man. He plays and coaches Ice Hockey a few times a week.  He also plays floor hockey, does Insanity with me and goes to the gym a few times a week on his lunch hour.  If that wasn't enough, he is also a runner.  He LOVES running but doesn't seem to have the time to put into it with all the other activities that he engrosses himself in.  

He just ran 10k in the Bluenose Marathon with his best time of 50.36.  Super Dee Duper Proud of him.  I wonder what he'd be capable of if he trained?!?!?!