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Recovery Bath Thoughts: Competition

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So let’s start with the main thing. How amazing is that fucking bathtub! Sadly. It’s not mine. Maybe one day. When I have my own house, but right now I’m settling for my grandma’s walk in bathtub every Sunday night. Since I’ve been back to training pretty damn hardcore. My body is taking a royal beating. I.E. it hates me. And I’m not talking a few minor sore muscles. I’m talking “Oh my god what are you doing to me! What is this shit! WHY ARE YOU WALKING!” At least this is how I envision my body speaking to me. DOMS aside. I was chatting up a friend, with zero fear of dropping my phone in the bath tub that was filled with hot water, bubble bath and copious amounts of Epsom salt, when I thought of what I actually do in the gym. Yes, I take a bath to forget the soreness and think of the gym.

This week as I sit there chatting back with a friend of mine. Not just any friend. But someone I call my sister, from another mister. I was explaining how when I’m at the gym I’m competitive. I mean, COMPETITIVE. Ever go on a treadmill and a girl gets on the one next to you and starts running faster. Yeah, that’s not me. I don’t run. But I’m sure you know the person who gets on the bench next to you and throws on more weight than she should lift but does it anyway because she knows she can lift it. That girl is me.

Bodyweight stuff, cardio, skipping rope, yoga, I admit. They’re not my thing. But throw around some iron and I’m your girl. I can’t begin to tell you how many people I beat in the gym. It’s been countless! However, they just don’t realize I kicked their ass.

There was one point last week, where I sat on the upright row press (the one you sit up and push these two handles out while you have a couple plates on each end) and I’m admiring my new gym crush as he’s gracefully doing pull ups…. Anyway, I get up and start prepping my bench. Toss on a couple tens. Warm up for twenty reps… I know not really a warm up but at this point it was the pre-workout running the show… then get up stretch a bit and watch the girl next to me slap on the same weight. I stop look at my bar and in my head I’m saying “Ok, I see how it is.” I take off the plates and replace them with quarters (that’s 25 pound plates for those who have no clue what I’m talking about). Knock out some more reps. Next thing I know we’re neck and neck. She had five more pounds on the bar than I did but I was doing way more reps. So finally, I added more weight. At this point I was not at 115 and she was at 105. Knocked out the last ten reps of bench. She barely lifting one. And I stand up to re-rack my weights because I’m not a rude gym goer. We look at each other, her knowing her defeat. And we walk away.

This is how ridiculous I am in the gym. Just to give you a tiny glimpse. Pretty sure this is why I don’t normally have a gym partner.

Recovery Bath Blend of the week: In a mason jar

  • Epsom Salt - fill that jar up! (I use the quart jars because of how much water goes in the tub)

  • Lavender Essential Oil (4 drops)

  • Lemon Essential Oil (2-3 drops)

  • Tea Tree Essential Oil (1 drop) (If you don’t like the smell of tea tree EO don’t use it, I just put in a small amount)

  • Shake up the jar and let it sit till you want to use it.

Stay tuned for next week!


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Kristy Kronas is a Writer, Photographer, and Certified Personal Trainer in the burbs of Chicago. She is a single parent and author with a children's book almost finished! She has a passion for lifting, boxing, kayaking, and a hatred of running. If you have any questions, comments, or just want to say hi, shoot her an email!

* Looking for an artist. Please email kristy@kristykronas.com if interested. 

Life, Travel

Budget Travel: London, Dublin, Keflavik

It’s been about a month since we got back and I finally had a chance to write about our trip. Well, write period. Back in October, I got a new job. A job that keeps me very busy. On top of work, I’m still in school and taking extra coding courses. As of a few weeks ago, I’m back into training now that my wrist is almost 100% back to normal.

Update! May 26th, 2017

Life have been busy. Training has been varying between three days a week to seven days a week, then back down to three. I was given a great opportunity to go back to school, so that's where most of my free time has been dedicated to. Plus a few other projects. 

Been doing quite a bit more of freelance graphic design. Which also includes websites. So this site is going to slowly be converted into my graphic design/freelance site. I made the decision at the beginning of the year when I kept getting little side projects. So I decided to get back into freelance. It won't fully go live until I have everything ready and it's 100% perfect.

My blog is going to be moved. Right now, it's a timely process. I need to save the articles and images and prepare the way I want the articles to be posted on the site. Coding takes time. And a lot of it. Especially when it comes to parts that I haven't done in years. So I'm hoping by October both sites will be ready. I'm also hoping by that time I will have mastered it all.  

A few things had to be knocked down to be accomplished next year since I've had some unexpected expenses come up (car, computer, etc.). But one day they will all be achieved. 

Also, because of life and school I'm taking a step back from Facebook for awhile. It's too distracting. I'm still on Instagram and post as often as I can. 

Figured I'd post an update so you guys don't think I've disappeared. :) 

- Kristy

Life, Humor

From One Single Person to Another: How to Truly be Happy While Being Single

I'm not writing some "love yourself" type article. That will probably come at a later date. I'm writing something that I've been thinking about writing for years. It didn't originally stem from the movie How To Be Single, which by the way, is not really how all single people live. It came from years of people coming to me asking for advice on how I remain single and am actively not trying to date.