All this reading about how motivated and moving Chris has been makes me want to puke. Ha, only kidding, and back at you girlfriend. I want to puke because for 3 days I’ve been feeling like such crap that I did not do a thing in the work out category.
This is huge for me to admit.
I was determined to go to yoga on Saturday but the thought of trying to breath while doing downward facing dog with a head full of mucous racing for the exits was not the inspiration I was looking for. Then there is the whole guilt thing about breathing my germs on my fellow yoginis.
I consoled myself with visions of a good walk on Sunday. Sunday came and I had sore throat, something new, as well as an earache. This is something I’ve not had since I was probably 6 and even then bed rest with warm oil and lambswool was the prescription not the gym, an outdoor walk, or even doing laundry. So I did nothing much except dream of the warm temperatures promised for Monday and saw myself gliding along my winding road, arms swinging, iPod prodding me along. I was psyched and did not feel at all badly for doing pretty much nothing once again on Sunday.
It is Monday as I write this. It is late afternoon on Monday; 3 15pm to be exact.
I have not been to the gym. I have not worked out so much as a pinkie toe unless of course the accelerating required to drive my husband–who also has the crud–to BestBuy to purchase a new TV counts as a total toe workout. Why? Because I still cannot figure out who stole my energy and planted this head full of gunk complete with red stuffy nose and the poorly rendered voice of Lauren Bacall on top of my torso where my healthy one used to be!
But tomorrow for sure I will prevail. And I will make up for lost time. And I will whip the pants off of MsCavanagh’s stats. She of the pumped lats, 3 million squats and ever strengthening thighs will not leave me in the dust this year like she has in other years. Tomorrow’s post will be written as soon as I return from the gym where I will jog without wheezing, Ski the Nordic trac machine without sneezing, and pump iron like Rocky.
Many thanks to Chris for her recording the pain and the ecstasy on her way to April 6th. Reading her posts is a great motivator and I am proud of her. And her mother really is an amazing creature for any age.
