Runs skipped: 2
Overall outlook: Not so good.
Strength training: None. But i did have to make multiple trips up and down the stairs carrying heavy things at work one day. Close enough, right?
Last week felt abnormally hard for me. The runs not only left me fatigued, but sore. Like really sore. Post-marathon sore. Seeing as i haven't run a marathon, or anything remotely close to one, it really only leaves two possibilities.
a. My body has figured out what i am up to and has decided to quit.
b. Fighting the flu epidemic and cranking out immunity has taken its toll.
Either way, it was a rough, off week. Everything i ate didn't sit right, and every time i went to sleep i was restless. I ended up skipping two runs, and i feel like crap about it. If i can't hack it now, i am in major trouble the next couple months. Thus, the four martinis. Balance.
Some other major weekend events? I went to see my mom, who decided to adopt a dog. This is a whole world of drama which i am happy to discuss offline with people. Regardless, he is a husky-sheperd mix, and being introduced to a house with three cats, i figured he could use another canine to pal around with. I was wrong. He was not a fan of waffles at all. The only time he didn't want to destroy her was when they were both on a walk. So walk we did! for like two hours.
We drove back to the city so that Banner (the new dog) could calm down and have his space back. When we got home, our friend Jordan was over, and Waffles happily slept in his lap while the boys played guitar hero.
I played with my iphone - i am still trying to figure out SIRI and instagram. The only picture i could get Waffles to hold still for was when i stole her chew toy, and she gave me a ridiculously dramatic horrified look.
|Chill, you'll get it back in 10 seconds.|
And, did anyone watch the golden globes? If i can be 1/100th as funny as Tina Fey and Amy Poehler, i will die a happy woman.