Chest, Shoulders, and Triceps. All Good Things Come in Threes...

So here's a video I could NOT be in...

Chest, Shoulders, and Triceps.

I challenge you to a one handed push-up. Go ahead. Try it. No, get lower. What? Can't go any lower? Yeah, that's what I thought. Fine. Do a plylometric push-up. What's that you ask? You know, the kind where you do a push-up and then somehow manage to send your body into the air. All limbs of your body. So that for a second, nothing is touching. Here's proof that some humans (read: robots) can do this:

Oh, and Tony can, too. Obviously. Duh.

Follow it up with some Ab Ripper X for good measure. Gotta love those scissor kicks and those V-Roll-Ups (which make me think of fruit roll-ups: look simple enough, but they'll rot your teeth.) Get some!

Well, before embarking on Plylo-Push-Up Hell, Brad, Shea and I had some family time on a 4-5 mile bike ride around Tibbits Lake. Soooo nice. I love sun.

And, my bracket is on the line tonight. I have Kentucky vs. Kansas. Danielle has Kentucky vs. Kansas. But I have Kentucky winning. She has Kansas. GO KENTUCKY! (Sorry Conor.)

Super Sunday

No half :(

But... Shea Bear bike ride, got eye prescription, bought really cheap glasses online, renewed driver's license, Papa's Irish coffee, lots and lots and lots of P90X food, a little shopping (which I haven't done in months) and a good rest day.

Plus, March Madness B-ball.

Yay :)

Biking With Shea Dog On A Beautiful "Spring" Day

I Love My New Bike. Yay Cannondale Quick 4. Yay!

And so does Shea!

Getting a little cardio in on ridiculously sore legs makes me proud. Biking doesn't hurt my knee, so I figured, hey, BRING IT! (As P90X says... Still have Arms and Shoulders later today... Oh boy.) We biked around Tibbits Lake, probably about 5 miles total, including the walk down and the walk back UP. Shea was so good! She is now lying on the ground, pooped as could be. Good times had by all :-D

Shake Shack

So it's been a while since I last updated this blog. That doesn't mean I haven't been eating... believe me, I have. Probably more than I should. As Brad so eloquently stated, "If you cut me open, cannoli cream would come out." I concur. And one of the places I've been frequenting (much to the demise of Dawson's scale) is Shake Shack.

Now, my first Shake Shack experience was at Citi Field on opening day of the stadium (St. John's vs. Georgetown game). And it was a doozy. I was all distraught that I would never have a "Shea Hot Dog" ever again. I love(d) (it hurts to put it in past tense) Shea hot dogs. But then, then my friends, I stood in a really long line. And at the end of the line was a burger. And this burger had tomatoes, lettuce, burger, cheese, and a special sauce. Very Burger King-esque, but with the capability to offer an out of body experience. Shea Hot Dog? What's that? Shake Shack burger? Worse craving than White Castle!

The original Shake Shack is amazing as well. The peanut butter milkshake is just peanut-buttery enough. The french fries were better than they looked--crispy, warm, and a proper dowsing of salt. There are heaters in the winter, and if you hit it at the right time, you can go now and not spend all of eternity waiting in the line. (Also, their website offers a camera of Madison Square so you can check out the line before you pop over.) The only item I had that I didn't enjoy was the chocolate malt. Johnny Rockets clearly wins on that end. But, shake shack is worth the wait... but be warned, it is highly addictive.

(Pictures to come)