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Me: Do you want to go for a walk?
Z: Walking is so slow.
Me: Do you want to go for a run?
Z: Running is too shitty.
Good thing he didn't call my bluff, because I am in no condition for running today. I am still working hard (and Z has been very helpful) on getting off my ass more. Yesterday I saw Ertan after missing last week, and while he was totally cool about my flakeout, he also totally punished me. He usually works me out by doing rotations of three sets each of three different exercises before moving on to something else. In these rotations, there's usually one really intense exercise, one pretty intense one, and one that's much easier. Yesterday was all 100% intensity. I was dizzy at the end. Shit, I was dizzy way before the end. And today I'm sore as fuck.
But I really am trying not to spend my whole day in bed, so despite incredible soreness, I allowed my husband to talk me into some bike riding today. We rode to the train, then trained to Hillsboro just for the sake of exploring a part of the area we haven't explored before. We had some meh Thai food, biked around town a bit, then trained back partway and biked home again. It wasn't much, but it exhausted me, and we sat on the couch doing not a whole lot for most of the afternoon. By 6pm, I was done with this day, and came to bed. I told Z that he could come drag me out and make me do something if he got to me before I fell asleep. So at 8, we went out again on another bike ride. This was just like a 3-mile loop through the park, but enough to make me feel like I haven't been a total sloth, and also enough to make my muscles go into a state of revolt. Everything from the waist down hurts to move. Everything from the waist up hurts to just be existing. So...whine.
McKenzie takes off tomorrow for basically two months on the road. I'll be with him in Eugene for a day and a half two weeks from now, and we'll be together at home for a day in August, but until September, that's it. I hope I can stay motivated enough to get out of bed without someone here to literally drag me. I'll miss him for other reasons, too. This is a pretty long stretch, even for us. But I'm busy, too. Katy will be here each of the next two weekends, and then Falcon Ridge is after that. I come home, work eight straight days (minus the weekend), then fly right back to New York for the family cruise. I get home from that right after Z gets back from the Linwood regional, I think, but then he's got some sectionals and I'm going to Bumbershoot with Cristal in Seattle. Emily will be settling in in Vancouver right around then, so I may go up there a bit, and then I come home and we go to Hong Kong. And then it's like winter again. Amazing how much LESS travel I'm doing these days...I do miss it...but I also don't...home is nice. It helps that I live in my favorite place in the world.
Z: Walking is so slow.
Me: Do you want to go for a run?
Z: Running is too shitty.
Good thing he didn't call my bluff, because I am in no condition for running today. I am still working hard (and Z has been very helpful) on getting off my ass more. Yesterday I saw Ertan after missing last week, and while he was totally cool about my flakeout, he also totally punished me. He usually works me out by doing rotations of three sets each of three different exercises before moving on to something else. In these rotations, there's usually one really intense exercise, one pretty intense one, and one that's much easier. Yesterday was all 100% intensity. I was dizzy at the end. Shit, I was dizzy way before the end. And today I'm sore as fuck.
But I really am trying not to spend my whole day in bed, so despite incredible soreness, I allowed my husband to talk me into some bike riding today. We rode to the train, then trained to Hillsboro just for the sake of exploring a part of the area we haven't explored before. We had some meh Thai food, biked around town a bit, then trained back partway and biked home again. It wasn't much, but it exhausted me, and we sat on the couch doing not a whole lot for most of the afternoon. By 6pm, I was done with this day, and came to bed. I told Z that he could come drag me out and make me do something if he got to me before I fell asleep. So at 8, we went out again on another bike ride. This was just like a 3-mile loop through the park, but enough to make me feel like I haven't been a total sloth, and also enough to make my muscles go into a state of revolt. Everything from the waist down hurts to move. Everything from the waist up hurts to just be existing. So...whine.
McKenzie takes off tomorrow for basically two months on the road. I'll be with him in Eugene for a day and a half two weeks from now, and we'll be together at home for a day in August, but until September, that's it. I hope I can stay motivated enough to get out of bed without someone here to literally drag me. I'll miss him for other reasons, too. This is a pretty long stretch, even for us. But I'm busy, too. Katy will be here each of the next two weekends, and then Falcon Ridge is after that. I come home, work eight straight days (minus the weekend), then fly right back to New York for the family cruise. I get home from that right after Z gets back from the Linwood regional, I think, but then he's got some sectionals and I'm going to Bumbershoot with Cristal in Seattle. Emily will be settling in in Vancouver right around then, so I may go up there a bit, and then I come home and we go to Hong Kong. And then it's like winter again. Amazing how much LESS travel I'm doing these days...I do miss it...but I also don't...home is nice. It helps that I live in my favorite place in the world.