Run. Bike. Swim. Repeat.

Run. Bike. Swim. Repeat. In a veritable whirlwind of cross training, I’ve been mixin’ it up lately. Except, since I hurt my ribs, I haven’t swum and I’ve been struggling with weightlifting. Because I can’t take it easy. I don’t know how. If I’m going to work out, I only know how to go balls out. Consequently, several weight training sessions have left me unable to work out for days on end afterwards. So after five days off the weights, I did some weightlifting on Wednesday. Then, I thought, hey, I haven’t been able to swim since January, let me do that. Mmmm. Yeah. Do that. Not.

I was already limping by Wednesday evening. Turning over in bed was excrutiating. Swimming is funny because I’m always reminded of all these little muscles you never know you have unless you’re swimming. My legs, shoulders and abs were in the worst condition. I thought I would feel better by today, but no. I was breathing and grunting like Rosie O’Donnel at an all-you-can-eat buffett every time I tried to move.

I had a training session scheduled for this afternoon. I’m not allowed to cancel due to soreness. Oh no. He would make me pay dearly for that. So I went. And he laughed at the tiny screams that escaped everytime I had to do something. After about twenty minutes of sweating, screaming and grunting I decided to beg. “Can we PULEEZ do something that doesn’t hurt so much?” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “You have something that doesn’t hurt? Show me something that doesn’t hurt and we’ll work that.” So I stood there for several seconds assessing. Desperately trying to find something that didn’t hurt. Finally I grinned and held up my wrists and rotated them at him. He rolls his eyes at me and then challenges “I could make those hurt too!” Sigh. So here I sit. Pain is not my friend. I clearly must have sustained brain damage because I’ve been sitting here trying to decide whether I’m going to run, bike or swim tomorrow. Sigh.

 

The great summer countdown….

TWO MORE DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT! TWO MORE DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT! I want it to end SO BAD. The class party for the fourth graders was Wednesday. I actually dreaded it because I still had the headache they gave me on Monday. However, we were at a park, out on a field and I was in my element. Bring it on fourth graders! You can’t break me! I could be loud to be heard above them. I was not confined to a classroom and was completely prepared to run them if I had to. They could sense it. Actually after I bellowed out the rules to a game, a parent came over to me and said “You’re gonna need some throat losenges after that.” I said “No way! I could go a few more hours this loud, you should hear me in baseball.” The kids in the outfield can hear me loud and clear.

Tomorrow morning is the kindergartner’s class party, which I’m also in charge of. Sigh. Although I think five year olds are a much more difficult crowd as a whole, I’ve coached half the kids in son #2’s class in either baseball or basketball, so they behave well for me. I do not have the same RUN! ESCAPE WHILE YOU CAN! sensation I did with the fourth graders.

I rode my new bike again today. I rode it on Monday, but the hills kicked my ass and I had to come back home after less than a half hour. As it turned out, I was riding in the wrong gear because I was able to kick ass back today. It’s so much better to be the kicker than the kickee, where asses are concerned. The new bike seat is a huge improvement. And by huge improvement, I mean that no damage was done to the discs in my back today and I could move my left leg after riding. I know. Two legs are important. I think the hooha hut might have survived intact too, but I won’t know until probably tomorrow if the beave survived without damage.

I’m afraid I have to sign off now. I have an urgent emergency. And by urgent emergency, I mean I have a chocolate emergency. And by that, I mean that I need chocolate in my mouth NOW or I may die. That is all…….