There's really not a better way to say this, but..... this week has sucked. My car dying on me last Thursday kicked off the bad vibes, and since then it's felt like I'm being conspired against. Whether something has been personal, work-related, or even workout-related, it's just plain sucked.
I took the rest of this past weekend to recover from my upper respiratory infection, considering I need a healthy respiratory system to keep from passing out while exercising. I held down my bed to make sure it didn't fly away and caught up on hours upon hours of lost sleep. By Monday I was rested and ready to start working out with my new trainer, Matt. I had talked to him over the weekend, and he warned that the workouts were going to be a bit more intense than Ashley's..... crapola.
Starting with the new trainer was a tad bit frightening, I must say. I had those butterflies in my stomach that felt eerily similar to walking into a new classroom on the first day of school. I've already graduated from college....this isn't supposed to happen anymore!! I crept over to the personal training area preparing myself for some sort of US Army-issued obstacle course. Nothing of the sort had been erected, thank God. I loosened up a little when Matt greeted me with a smile and an enthusiastic outlook on this new endeavor. I warned him that I hadn't worked out in a week, so I may whine a little more than usual. His smile didn't waver too much; I think we'll work together well.
The half hour session went by relatively quickly, and I didn't find myself looking at the clock at all. Relief! I can definitely get used to his workout regiment. He focuses more on circuit-type training (like Ashley), with a little less emphasis on the intervals that I was used to. We'd do work on a muscle group, then I'd sprint on the elliptical for 2 minutes. Repeat, repeat, repeat. First, the good news - I'm not scared anymore! Now, the bad news - he said he was going easy on me. S#*!.
Matt and I played phone tag on Tuesday and Wednesday, since I need a schedule to write down or I'm a forgetful mess. I finally nailed down a schedule on Wednesday evening that will get me through the weekend. Crisis averted. Phew. The last thing I needed was to have another reason to pull my hair out. The workout-related part of my life no longer sucks. Work and personal things... still a suck-fest. I won't get into that, but just know it isn't fun.
Throughout this abso-freaking-lutely lovely first part of this week, I had actually found solace in getting on the elliptical, putting on my headphones, cranking up the music, and running without trying to get to a stopping point. I can erase everything that is on my mind and focus on keeping pace with the beat of the music. I used to think that people who ran to clear their head were fit for the looney bin. Well, strap me in a straight jacket and lock me in a padded room, because I just jumped on that bandwagon. I can't wait to leave work and settle in for a nice long run on the elliptical this evening, because Lord knows I need it!
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