I’ve been a rock star when it comes to those morning workouts I was dreading so much just a few weeks ago.
Three times a week I’ve been getting up and doing a good/steady running buildup (alternating between jogging and walking, but adding more jogging time every week) for 35 minutes.
At least 2 times a week I’ve been getting up doing a good incline walk for 30 minutes.
And at least 2 nights a week – I’ve also been heading off to Pilates.
Like I said, I’ve been a rock star.
I’m sad to report that I haven’t seen much in the way of weight loss, but I would be lying if I said I’d been “dieting” per se. I’ve been eating pretty good, but after those morning workouts – I’m pretty freaking hungry. So I suppose I’ve been eating more than normal. All sorts of good stuff mind you (my breakfast smoothies are starting to look more and more like a salad I just randomly decided to throw into the blender), but more of it.
And my craving for carbs is… a little bit out of control.
I figure it’s all good, and just a reflection of new muscle building and exertion. I’m cool with that. And all for my body getting stronger, if not slimmer.
Plus – I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that I can’t be expecting the instantaneous results I used to see when I was in my early 20’s.
That’s a hard pill to swallow though!
Still – I’m proud of myself. I have been sticking to a program and doing well. Getting out of bed extra early every morning, and pushing myself.
Hard.
This morning though, I may have pushed too hard.
At least, too hard for a Monday.
I swear, I only ran for 1 minute more than I did on Friday. And my Friday workout went off without a hitch.
But this morning, as I finished off that extra minute of running, I realized I had gone too far.
It was all I could do to walk out the last 5 minutes in a cool down. And I had to do that at a turtles speed.
Then, I proceeded to collapse on my floor.
Face down.
Where I remained for a good thirty minutes.
Dead. Pathetic. And pushing the boundaries on the amount of time I actually need to get ready for work.
When I finally pulled myself up, it was with great effort. When I dragged myself to the shower, I never wanted to leave. And when my roommate asked me how in the heck I was possibly running so late when I had gotten up so early –
I told her I had died.
And that she really should have burst into my room to rescue me at some point.
I then apologized for being overdramatic. At which point we both laughed, and she sarcastically quipped “Oh no… you’re never overdramatic.”
It’s possible… only possible… that I sometimes overdramatize certain aspects of my life.
But only for the sake of humor of course.
This morning, I didn’t actually die.
I don’t think.
But I did push too hard for a Monday. And that one extra minute – it crippled me for the rest of the day.
In fact, here I am right now, at 7 on a Monday night, wanting nothing more than to take a hot bath, or fall asleep.
So long as neither require any level of physical exertion from me that is.
I pushed too hard for a Monday.
Which means that tomorrow’s workout:
Is going to be a fun one.
