Remember that Triathlon club I mentioned previously? Yeah – well, I’ve totally slacked on the workouts. I went 3 times total. Each workout made me want to cry but each workout ended with me feeling like I had accomplished something great.
And then something happened. I skipped a workout.
In all fairness, I skipped the workout to spend time with my dogs. I had taken the day off for a fun day of shopping and got home much later than anticipated. My dogs needed some lovin’!
But that started me down the path of slackerdom.
I skipped the Monday workout because I felt physically drained. I couldn’t possibly work out feeling like crap, right?
I skipped the following Thursday workout because I just didn’t feel like going and I had to pack for Chicago (my flight was at 6am!). I needed to spend quality time with Jeremy. I mean, what if my plane crashed?! We must cherish all of our moments with our loved ones, people.
This past Monday? Totally skipped it. I had a doctor’s appt at 4pm and felt too rushed when I got home.
There is a workout tonight and I’ll be honest… I want to skip it. But do I have a good reason to skip? Jeremy has taken a half day from work to go home and study for his final exam so I can’t use the dogs as a reason and I’m not doing anything after work (except to maybe watch Grey Gardens… jealous?)
I took a kickboxing class taught by a 25-year old fitness model/barbie doll. My inner thighs and butt hurt so much that I actually wimper everytime I get up from my chair. I’ve been walking around the office as though a baby is crowning from my vag.
Good enough reason to skip? I need to give my body time to heal.
Ladies and gents – THIS is why I work out daily. It is way too easy for me to get derailed if I haven’t made something a part of my normal routine.
Either that or I’m just getting really depressed about my birthday next week. I really do feel old and it didn’t help to hear 25-year old fitness model state how depressed she was for being a “quarter of a century” old.
I wanted to punch her.
Instead, however, I decided to try to keep up with her during her class (oh – she’s giving the higher intensity version? F her – I can totally keep up. Watch me jump squat, punch and kick).
I think she may have won this battle.