My friend and follower (that sounds very cultish), Miss Erin, posted a cute entry on her blog this month, which I am blatantly stealing to end the year. The idea is to take the first sentence, of the first blog post, of each month, and make that today's post. Of course, I haven't even been at this a year, but here goes. (Note: some months the literal first sentence is just to note the correct date of the run. I skipped that sentence for this post.)
May: Well, I actually just finished Day 3 and have decided I am definitely going to blog this experience, which I had considered, but didn't think I would really do (and I may not continue)...Now, I'm going to backtrack and record some thoughts leading up to today.
June: I didn't get to walk out the 10K route today.
July: It took some psyching up to get out there today.
August: First, let me set the scene.
September: Yesterday the weather forecast for today was pretty dire.
October: Today my goal was to go for 24 minutes.
November: No matter how much you love running on vacation, and no matter how desperately you wanted to run down the neutral ground in the Garden District in New Orleans, and no matter how hard you worked to squeeze your running shoes in your suitcase, you will never, never, never, ever, ever feel like going for a run while you are in New Orleans.
December: Day 8 (Monday): Rest Day. Ack.
Well, I have gone from not being able to run 2 minutes on Day 1 to being able to run 61 minutes 205 days later...to being too scared to run 36 days after that.
This definitely gave me something to do when I was unemployed...and a reason to shower and do laundry during that time. I was going to say, a reason to avoid being a total alcoholic, but as I understand it, some running clubs are founded around alcohol, so I guess it was just sheer good healthy living that prevented the alcoholism.
I saw the sun more than I have in decades (cumulatively), I ran in rain, dark, at dawn, heat, cold, wind, butterfly plagues, worms, slug trails, survived dog "bites," dog chases, and a lot of dog barking, as well as hillbillies. (Survival of the hillbillies is always a struggle, but it's harder when you leave the house every day.) I never did see a snake. Yet.
I've learned a bit of patience, a mantra of just putting one foot in front of the other no matter what is going on, that I can workout hard and not eat dead animals, and that I have less and less desire to be involved in races or around other runners. It happens with all my hobbies - I don't strive at *clears throat* the ripe age of 21 to run a 4 minute mile or a two hour marathon. I'm not interested in ultramarathons or eating mashed potatoes out of a bag I store in my bra to survive a run. I'm not interested in "drinking" a gel pack, so full of chemicals I assume it makes your puke glow at the finish line. I am not interested in puking at a finish line, or puking in general. (Although my brother puking at the finish line is still hysterical.) While I'm quite thrilled with my 40 minute 5Ks, I do want them to be faster, to avoid the embarrassment of defeat by walkers if I ever do a race. My point is, I don't care to be the best runner, I'm just enjoying the healthiness it's adding to my life.
Unless it's attempting to kill me, which I hope to resolve sooner than later, because on a 70 degree New Year's Eve, with the sun shining, I really would rather be out for a run.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Running is a Headache
Awhile back I mentioned I needed to do some research on exercise headaches, because I have been getting some killer headaches after my runs. I expected to find stuff like, everybody gets them, so drink more water and take an aspirin...Unfortunately, I was a bit dismayed at the level of seriousness of the articles I read.
Of course, there are two categories: the non-serious, and the serious. I tend to think mine fall into the non-serious category based on what I read. I have a history of headaches, I don't vomit or lose consciousness (although going to bed is the only way to get rid of them). I did see one page list nausea under the symptoms for the serious, not just vomiting, and I do get nauseous, every time. Everything said that most headaches are caused from working out in heat and humidity, but mine started after it cooled off. Of course, because I physically HATE being cold.
My running is officially on hiatus. Which totally sucks because it's going to be 60 degrees today. At 8am it was already 50. I want to run today so freaking bad. I KNEW running was going to kill me.
I'm going to go back through my blog to see how much I noted the headaches...I know I haven't been doing yoga much lately, but hopefully I can still do it without a headache. It seems like I did have one after a yoga recently. *sigh*
There were some good tips that I would like to try, but I feel pretty strongly about seeing a doctor first.
Cooling down - before I started trying the 5K, there was a built in cool down period in my plan. When I was trying to do a 5K, I usually ended up stopping and walking some distance home. But once I've been able to run farther, I don't cool down. I even wondered if that may be the problem previously.
Taking an ibuprofen before workout - I don't take ibuprofen, but there have been times when I have taken acetaminophen before running. I couldn't say now how much that helped. The ibuprofen suggestion is based on the idea that it is a blood vessel issue causing the headaches.
Eating after workout - Ahh, another strong possibility. I know you are supposed to eat within an hour of working out. A lot of times I was really good about making a milkshake, or having a sugar drink, or sometimes actually eating immediately after a run. But, I haven't been doing that lately....when I finish a run, I come in and sit down, exhausted (no cool down), and I don't get up for quite awhile. I definitely am not getting a sugar or starch boost within an hour.
With all the notes I make, and all the bloggage, I wish I had kept a better record of this..Because when I think about cooling down, and raising the blood sugar, I think those are most likely my problem areas. If you've ever been around me when I am really, really hungry, and can't find food, you know I am strongly affected by blood sugar drops. Although, usually I just get violent and unable to think straight, not so much with the headaches.
Anyway, I'm hoping I can skip seeing my doctor and just get referred to a specialist, but even so, the tests will be expensive. I'll have to wait a little while before I can take this on. So, I'll see what I can do in the way of yoga for now, and will continue to assume there is nothing serious wrong...but not push my luck either!
Of course, there are two categories: the non-serious, and the serious. I tend to think mine fall into the non-serious category based on what I read. I have a history of headaches, I don't vomit or lose consciousness (although going to bed is the only way to get rid of them). I did see one page list nausea under the symptoms for the serious, not just vomiting, and I do get nauseous, every time. Everything said that most headaches are caused from working out in heat and humidity, but mine started after it cooled off. Of course, because I physically HATE being cold.
My running is officially on hiatus. Which totally sucks because it's going to be 60 degrees today. At 8am it was already 50. I want to run today so freaking bad. I KNEW running was going to kill me.
I'm going to go back through my blog to see how much I noted the headaches...I know I haven't been doing yoga much lately, but hopefully I can still do it without a headache. It seems like I did have one after a yoga recently. *sigh*
There were some good tips that I would like to try, but I feel pretty strongly about seeing a doctor first.
Cooling down - before I started trying the 5K, there was a built in cool down period in my plan. When I was trying to do a 5K, I usually ended up stopping and walking some distance home. But once I've been able to run farther, I don't cool down. I even wondered if that may be the problem previously.
Taking an ibuprofen before workout - I don't take ibuprofen, but there have been times when I have taken acetaminophen before running. I couldn't say now how much that helped. The ibuprofen suggestion is based on the idea that it is a blood vessel issue causing the headaches.
Eating after workout - Ahh, another strong possibility. I know you are supposed to eat within an hour of working out. A lot of times I was really good about making a milkshake, or having a sugar drink, or sometimes actually eating immediately after a run. But, I haven't been doing that lately....when I finish a run, I come in and sit down, exhausted (no cool down), and I don't get up for quite awhile. I definitely am not getting a sugar or starch boost within an hour.
With all the notes I make, and all the bloggage, I wish I had kept a better record of this..Because when I think about cooling down, and raising the blood sugar, I think those are most likely my problem areas. If you've ever been around me when I am really, really hungry, and can't find food, you know I am strongly affected by blood sugar drops. Although, usually I just get violent and unable to think straight, not so much with the headaches.
Anyway, I'm hoping I can skip seeing my doctor and just get referred to a specialist, but even so, the tests will be expensive. I'll have to wait a little while before I can take this on. So, I'll see what I can do in the way of yoga for now, and will continue to assume there is nothing serious wrong...but not push my luck either!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Fitness Challenge Day 13.......
....I guess...
So one day, long, long ago, I went for a run. I made notes after the run which include "Saturday," and "not sore from yoga." So, I shall presume since my last post was Friday, December 3, and I announced I wasn't getting out of bed the next day from yoga, that this run day was Saturday, December 4. I may as well go ahead and note, this was the last time I ran or otherwise worked out, as I got incredibly busy with the holidays, and working, and interviewing and, yes, finally getting a full-time job, which I start next Monday. My new boss is a half-marathoner who once ran a race in a hurricane. The water was up to her mid-calf at the starting line. I shall feel like a wuss every time we discuss our runs.
I feel bad about not finishing out the 30 day fitness challenge. I wanted to work out many times, but never did it. However, despite living off cookies some days, I maintained my goal weight and am finishing off the year 15-20 lbs lighter than last year (it was about this time last year that I started working out regularly to get that 15-20 lbs off)!
Before I get into the run from so long ago, I'll also mention that Husband got me a copy of "Once a Runner," a novel about running that is supposed to be very motivational, for Christmas. I read the first couple of chapters, but I need to finish another book I'm nearly done with before I get into it. I've seen this book on running must-read lists, so I'm sure I'll mention it again.
Alright, this run was a mess. I'll do my best to tell the story, but it would help you understand it if you could go sit in a freezer, or somewhere colder if possible (outside, maybe) while you read.
After having some pizza, a dew, and 3 glasses of water, I decided to go for a run. My stomach hurt, so at the last minute I threw back a peanut butter gingin. The last time I went to buy gingins, they didn't have the hard candy ones that I bought last time, but they did have chewy peanut buttered flavored ones. I wasn't thinking when I ate it.
It was cold that day (wind chill 15, as it turns out), so I pulled out my rocking long purple dance tights that I had from my ballet class, covered with long pants, long sleeve under armor, long sleeve tee, stocking cap, and fingerless mitts.
I set off. I ran down my alley, to the end of my street, around the corner, and something stabbed my toe. I glanced around but didn't see anything. I went a few more steps and felt it again. I looked at my shoe, the ground, and finally sat down on a small wall and took my shoe off. There was a little chunk of wood in there. I was greatly annoyed at this interruption to my run. I had run all of .08K (.05mi) and too much time had passed. I wasn't sure what to do, so I started walking toward the next corner. I took off from there 3 minutes after my original start time at .16K (.1mi).
I hadn't yet decided for sure what I was going to do to account for the lost time, so I did decide to take off like a bat out of hell. Based on my times, it shouldn't be a shock that I run obscenely slow. Little steps, sometimes almost being taken in place. Not today, I took off. Full on run. What was I thinking? I have no frakking idea.
As I turned toward the long, slightly hilly street to the school, I was wheezing. Like, if someone had seen me, they should have asked if I was okay. It wasn't panting, it was, there is no oxygen in my body. Oh, and that peanut butter gingin? That made for a lovely phlegmy cover to my mouth to just add to the misery. I was ready to quit. I specifically said, "Enough is enough." I had tried, but it was FREEZING and I was MISERABLE.
By now, I have completely repressed what technique I used to keep going, but I did. I definitely slowed down, and got my breathing in check somewhere past the school. Once I got my breathing in check, my sides started cramping.
When I turned around to head back past the school the other way, the wind was in my face. I had no breath, I was uber-snotty, the wind was making me tear, my stomach hurt, and I was phlegmy. And, according to my notes, I had no breath. (That's right, I listed that point twice.)
I continued toward downtown, but I was thinking our holiday parade was about that time, so I didn't repeat my run through downtown. I've just started staying a block further away from home in the middle of the run. Anyway, I saw a lot of runners. I saw people running to the ATM, people running to the library...I guess I am the only one who doesn't run in weather this cold!
I was finally better after I turned at the post office. My ears were cold, and my knees hurt/were stiff, but I was doing better. As I ran this loop of my Figure 8, I was thinking about how I had re-started my run at the block behind my house. I really wanted to make this a 5K distance. This was hands-down the worst run of all time, but even so, I was going to run 5K! If this was my last run EVER, I was going to be happy with conquering this nightmare of a run.
As I ran up the long main road towards home, I saw a dog across the street. I couldn't tell if it was chained, but it was acting a fool, like dogs do, kicking it's hind legs like a cat covering litter. There was an old man on the porch and he was kinda telling the dog to calm down, which made me think it was possibly loose, so I mustered the strength to yell over, "Is he tied up?" (Or something like that.) The old man didn't answer immediately, but then he said, "Yes, she is, but she wants to run with you." I don't know why, but it always seems like the rudest thing in the world to get an animal's sex wrong. I mean, it was dusk, and this is a wide road. It's absurd to think I could tell. Or maybe I just felt rude, because after he said that, I didn't reply a single word, just kept running. Ahh, I am the neighborliest of all the neighbors.
Anyway, when I got to my street, I ran past it, and up to the next block. I checked the time here --- as it turns out, I was almost at the 5K mark, and 40 minutes had passed. I ran past my alley and up to the street I stopped on, then around to my street, and up the alley. It was an odd path, but I wanted to make sure I had the full 5K in.
When I got in the house, my ears and face were ice pops. Husband asked me how my run was. I replied, "Horrible." The run was horrible, and the mitts probably need burned for all the snot wiped off on them, but I was quite happy to finish the 5K feeling that bad, and with an average time, too.
I have officially defined my temperature limits for running. It felt like 18 on Thanksgiving, when I had a great run. That is my lower limit. I believe 85 was where I preferred to stay under at the top. I can run on either side, but it SUCKS.
One other thing that has happened was that my town had a winter 5K the week after this run. I had toyed with entering - it's held at our big park, after dark. The park always puts up a lot of Christmas lights, and for the race there was supposed to be luminaries along the route, and Christmas music. Winners in each category got an ornament. As someone fully addicted to Christmas, I thought this should be my first race. Of course, I didn't run, I didn't even go. If I remember right, it was even warmer than average that evening. However, I did look at the results later, and there were quite a few runners, so one would expect some pretty good times. I wouldn't have finished last with my 40ish minute average...but at least one of the "walkers" would have beat me. It's official. When it gets warm enough (perhaps tomorrow!) to run again, I HAVE to look into doing speed work. My method of just sprinting almost killed me, so research will have to be done. I'm not all that interested in being in a race, but I want to SOMETIME, and I know I won't ever be the fastest, but I will not be beat by a walker!!
Weather: 28, Cloudy, 18 mph wind, 62% humidity, Feels like 15
Time: 4pm; 46:46 (includes 3 minute walk/shoe business)
Distance: 5.51K (3.43mi)
5K/10K: 42:07/1:29:02
Just run: 43:46
Distance: 5:35K (3.33mi)
Elevation: +86.1/-95.3/net -9.2 ft
5K/10K: 40:41/1:26:01
So one day, long, long ago, I went for a run. I made notes after the run which include "Saturday," and "not sore from yoga." So, I shall presume since my last post was Friday, December 3, and I announced I wasn't getting out of bed the next day from yoga, that this run day was Saturday, December 4. I may as well go ahead and note, this was the last time I ran or otherwise worked out, as I got incredibly busy with the holidays, and working, and interviewing and, yes, finally getting a full-time job, which I start next Monday. My new boss is a half-marathoner who once ran a race in a hurricane. The water was up to her mid-calf at the starting line. I shall feel like a wuss every time we discuss our runs.
I feel bad about not finishing out the 30 day fitness challenge. I wanted to work out many times, but never did it. However, despite living off cookies some days, I maintained my goal weight and am finishing off the year 15-20 lbs lighter than last year (it was about this time last year that I started working out regularly to get that 15-20 lbs off)!
Before I get into the run from so long ago, I'll also mention that Husband got me a copy of "Once a Runner," a novel about running that is supposed to be very motivational, for Christmas. I read the first couple of chapters, but I need to finish another book I'm nearly done with before I get into it. I've seen this book on running must-read lists, so I'm sure I'll mention it again.
Alright, this run was a mess. I'll do my best to tell the story, but it would help you understand it if you could go sit in a freezer, or somewhere colder if possible (outside, maybe) while you read.
After having some pizza, a dew, and 3 glasses of water, I decided to go for a run. My stomach hurt, so at the last minute I threw back a peanut butter gingin. The last time I went to buy gingins, they didn't have the hard candy ones that I bought last time, but they did have chewy peanut buttered flavored ones. I wasn't thinking when I ate it.
It was cold that day (wind chill 15, as it turns out), so I pulled out my rocking long purple dance tights that I had from my ballet class, covered with long pants, long sleeve under armor, long sleeve tee, stocking cap, and fingerless mitts.
I set off. I ran down my alley, to the end of my street, around the corner, and something stabbed my toe. I glanced around but didn't see anything. I went a few more steps and felt it again. I looked at my shoe, the ground, and finally sat down on a small wall and took my shoe off. There was a little chunk of wood in there. I was greatly annoyed at this interruption to my run. I had run all of .08K (.05mi) and too much time had passed. I wasn't sure what to do, so I started walking toward the next corner. I took off from there 3 minutes after my original start time at .16K (.1mi).
I hadn't yet decided for sure what I was going to do to account for the lost time, so I did decide to take off like a bat out of hell. Based on my times, it shouldn't be a shock that I run obscenely slow. Little steps, sometimes almost being taken in place. Not today, I took off. Full on run. What was I thinking? I have no frakking idea.
As I turned toward the long, slightly hilly street to the school, I was wheezing. Like, if someone had seen me, they should have asked if I was okay. It wasn't panting, it was, there is no oxygen in my body. Oh, and that peanut butter gingin? That made for a lovely phlegmy cover to my mouth to just add to the misery. I was ready to quit. I specifically said, "Enough is enough." I had tried, but it was FREEZING and I was MISERABLE.
By now, I have completely repressed what technique I used to keep going, but I did. I definitely slowed down, and got my breathing in check somewhere past the school. Once I got my breathing in check, my sides started cramping.
When I turned around to head back past the school the other way, the wind was in my face. I had no breath, I was uber-snotty, the wind was making me tear, my stomach hurt, and I was phlegmy. And, according to my notes, I had no breath. (That's right, I listed that point twice.)
I continued toward downtown, but I was thinking our holiday parade was about that time, so I didn't repeat my run through downtown. I've just started staying a block further away from home in the middle of the run. Anyway, I saw a lot of runners. I saw people running to the ATM, people running to the library...I guess I am the only one who doesn't run in weather this cold!
I was finally better after I turned at the post office. My ears were cold, and my knees hurt/were stiff, but I was doing better. As I ran this loop of my Figure 8, I was thinking about how I had re-started my run at the block behind my house. I really wanted to make this a 5K distance. This was hands-down the worst run of all time, but even so, I was going to run 5K! If this was my last run EVER, I was going to be happy with conquering this nightmare of a run.
As I ran up the long main road towards home, I saw a dog across the street. I couldn't tell if it was chained, but it was acting a fool, like dogs do, kicking it's hind legs like a cat covering litter. There was an old man on the porch and he was kinda telling the dog to calm down, which made me think it was possibly loose, so I mustered the strength to yell over, "Is he tied up?" (Or something like that.) The old man didn't answer immediately, but then he said, "Yes, she is, but she wants to run with you." I don't know why, but it always seems like the rudest thing in the world to get an animal's sex wrong. I mean, it was dusk, and this is a wide road. It's absurd to think I could tell. Or maybe I just felt rude, because after he said that, I didn't reply a single word, just kept running. Ahh, I am the neighborliest of all the neighbors.
Anyway, when I got to my street, I ran past it, and up to the next block. I checked the time here --- as it turns out, I was almost at the 5K mark, and 40 minutes had passed. I ran past my alley and up to the street I stopped on, then around to my street, and up the alley. It was an odd path, but I wanted to make sure I had the full 5K in.
When I got in the house, my ears and face were ice pops. Husband asked me how my run was. I replied, "Horrible." The run was horrible, and the mitts probably need burned for all the snot wiped off on them, but I was quite happy to finish the 5K feeling that bad, and with an average time, too.
I have officially defined my temperature limits for running. It felt like 18 on Thanksgiving, when I had a great run. That is my lower limit. I believe 85 was where I preferred to stay under at the top. I can run on either side, but it SUCKS.
One other thing that has happened was that my town had a winter 5K the week after this run. I had toyed with entering - it's held at our big park, after dark. The park always puts up a lot of Christmas lights, and for the race there was supposed to be luminaries along the route, and Christmas music. Winners in each category got an ornament. As someone fully addicted to Christmas, I thought this should be my first race. Of course, I didn't run, I didn't even go. If I remember right, it was even warmer than average that evening. However, I did look at the results later, and there were quite a few runners, so one would expect some pretty good times. I wouldn't have finished last with my 40ish minute average...but at least one of the "walkers" would have beat me. It's official. When it gets warm enough (perhaps tomorrow!) to run again, I HAVE to look into doing speed work. My method of just sprinting almost killed me, so research will have to be done. I'm not all that interested in being in a race, but I want to SOMETIME, and I know I won't ever be the fastest, but I will not be beat by a walker!!
Weather: 28, Cloudy, 18 mph wind, 62% humidity, Feels like 15
Time: 4pm; 46:46 (includes 3 minute walk/shoe business)
Distance: 5.51K (3.43mi)
5K/10K: 42:07/1:29:02
Just run: 43:46
Distance: 5:35K (3.33mi)
Elevation: +86.1/-95.3/net -9.2 ft
5K/10K: 40:41/1:26:01
Friday, December 3, 2010
Fitness Challenge Day 12
I did the Earth yoga tonight, the one that left me nearly immobile after Day 7. I've already announced I won't be getting out of bed tomorrow, as my abs hurt like I tore something (ok, not quite that bad) mid-way through the planks to up dogs.
All pets left me alone until the savasana, where I had the dog standing over me, sniffing my face, and then moving on to lick my hand. Sigh.
I'm going to do everything in my power to convince myself to run tomorrow.
All pets left me alone until the savasana, where I had the dog standing over me, sniffing my face, and then moving on to lick my hand. Sigh.
I'm going to do everything in my power to convince myself to run tomorrow.
Fitness Challenge Days 8-11
Day 8 (Monday): Rest Day. Ack. I was unbelievably sore from yoga yesterday, and still a little sore from sleeping all wrong Saturday night. Mondays when I'm working need to be a rest day anyway.
Day 9 (Tuesday): I thought about running in the snow! Yes, lovely flurries graced us on my first day off this week. I didn't make it out. I rode the exercise bike, with little to no enthusiasm, and went to bed.
Day 10 (Wednesday): Back to work, my second Monday aka my second Friday of the week. I managed, just barely, to ride the exercise bike before bed. It was quite literally taking all my strength to stay on it. Today was the first day of Advent Calendar Activities (have I mentioned I have the most astoundingly glorious advent calendar of all time?!), which meant I baked cookies tonight after work, after going to the market. Ooof. But, I did it. 20 minutes, only, but I was satisfied.
Day 11 (Thursday): Second day off, and apparently the temp got up to 52 degrees today. Did I run? No. I took a 3 hour nap, though, so that's something. Anyhoo, I didn't want to ride the bike again, because I am getting totally burnt out on it, so I did the leg strengthening yoga that I have recorded. I continue to love doing yoga with my pets around. There's no way to maintain a calm demeanor when the dog is behind you during a forward fold, looking you right in the eyes while you're upside down, with a very clear look on his face of "What in the name of holy dog biscuits are you doing?"
I failed to mention on Day 7, when I came up from a child's pose, my big fat cat had apparently walked up as I was rolling up and when I opened my eyes/looked up, he was standing right where I had just been laying and it startled me so bad I shook. I'm sure that helped my whole back situation immensely.
That brings us to today, my third Monday aka actual Friday of the week, and I can hardly wait to see what I will get accomplished over my 3 day weekend. Since my goal is to workout 6 days a week, I'm bound to be doing something for the next 3 days (counting tonight). The temp dropped again, but I haven't run in over a week, so maybe I'll get up the gusto to get outside at some point.
I do have an enormous amount of Christmas knitting to get done, and while I have seen pictures of people knitting in marathons, I am using double pointed needles, and not interested in having one surgically removed when I trip over the bad sidewalks or a loose dog this weekend.
Day 9 (Tuesday): I thought about running in the snow! Yes, lovely flurries graced us on my first day off this week. I didn't make it out. I rode the exercise bike, with little to no enthusiasm, and went to bed.
Day 10 (Wednesday): Back to work, my second Monday aka my second Friday of the week. I managed, just barely, to ride the exercise bike before bed. It was quite literally taking all my strength to stay on it. Today was the first day of Advent Calendar Activities (have I mentioned I have the most astoundingly glorious advent calendar of all time?!), which meant I baked cookies tonight after work, after going to the market. Ooof. But, I did it. 20 minutes, only, but I was satisfied.
Day 11 (Thursday): Second day off, and apparently the temp got up to 52 degrees today. Did I run? No. I took a 3 hour nap, though, so that's something. Anyhoo, I didn't want to ride the bike again, because I am getting totally burnt out on it, so I did the leg strengthening yoga that I have recorded. I continue to love doing yoga with my pets around. There's no way to maintain a calm demeanor when the dog is behind you during a forward fold, looking you right in the eyes while you're upside down, with a very clear look on his face of "What in the name of holy dog biscuits are you doing?"
I failed to mention on Day 7, when I came up from a child's pose, my big fat cat had apparently walked up as I was rolling up and when I opened my eyes/looked up, he was standing right where I had just been laying and it startled me so bad I shook. I'm sure that helped my whole back situation immensely.
That brings us to today, my third Monday aka actual Friday of the week, and I can hardly wait to see what I will get accomplished over my 3 day weekend. Since my goal is to workout 6 days a week, I'm bound to be doing something for the next 3 days (counting tonight). The temp dropped again, but I haven't run in over a week, so maybe I'll get up the gusto to get outside at some point.
I do have an enormous amount of Christmas knitting to get done, and while I have seen pictures of people knitting in marathons, I am using double pointed needles, and not interested in having one surgically removed when I trip over the bad sidewalks or a loose dog this weekend.
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