Challenges Take Many Forms (even cat-vomit)
So, if I haven't said so already, it's a hard, hard thing to ask yourself to slide right out of bed, exercise to the point of panting sweat-dripping exhaustion for 1 - 1.5 hours, leap in and out of the shower, guzzle a recovery drink and run to work, every single day (except the weekends when you can be slower about the shower).
I'm actually amazed at how not-hard it can be, how automatic the habit becomes and how I can actually roll out of bed and be starting up the video before I've really had a chance to second-guess.
But that doesn't negate how hard it can be, either. Especially when I think about my 4am mornings, with time for coffee and breakfast and writing and a nap and heck, if there was a clothing emergency I had time to do a whole load of laundry! MAN I miss my 4ams.
But this is good, too. Getting some good exercise first thing in the a.m. makes for a spectacular day in a lot of ways. And it's working - I feel a bit stronger already! But though I got through the first 2 weeks without missing a day, this week that hardness caught up with me some.
Some of it is other exercise. I have kungfu on Monday mornings and it's pretty brutal. The first two weeks, I did both workouts back-to-back, and I survived it, but was barely functional the rest of the day, really. This week I skipped Monday's P90X workout to just do kungfu. (For one thing, I was still significantly sore from the day before, and was a little worried about hurting myself!)
Part of it is the stupid being a girl thing. OK, ok, I shouldn't deride Nature for her miraculous processes, but getting handed a whole week once a month when you get to feel sub-par, tired, achy and gross is hardly a gift from the recipient's end, miracle though it may be to an objective observer. "Ugggh I feel tired, achy and gross" does not marry well with "Up! Run! Exercise! Then go fast fast fast to work!". I missed half of yesterday to that, to feeling just too icky to pull it all off, so I did half of the scheduled morning workout and left a little more time for the shower.
And part of it is just life getting too uppity on you. Today I still feel gross, and moreover I really wanted more sleep than I got - I hit snooze enough times without thinking about it that I would have had to really hustle to pull this morning off…but I was ready to. Until I walked to my workout area and my foot went splish, and I realized that my entire workout space is literally festooned with cat vomit. Cat vomit which is on a hard floor (thank goodness I put my mat away yesterday!), so I can either clean it up later when it's dried a bit, or slop through now, while it's soaking and stinky.
Hmm. Tired, achy, gross morning. Even more short on time than usual. And…cat vomit. Lots and lots of cat vomit.
Nope! Turns out that's my limit. I'm making head-plans to get my workout tonight instead, but I have no idea if that'll work, so for the moment I'm figuring I'll have skipped a day. Crap!
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