Normally, Monday’s don’t phase me too much. Monday’s mean getting up only very slightly earlier than any other day of the week. In times of active training (such as now), they actually mean sleeping in because I get up early for long runs to avoid the heat in the summer and early for swim practice in the dead of winter. Really, Monday’s aren’t a huge deal. Sunday evening’s are my panic/grumpy/must-get-everthing-done-now time. I greet Monday with the same haze as I do Tuesday thru Sunday This Monday will be different because my kids are starting their new day care and are all kinds of angry about going. After a month of being at home, they figured they were here to stay. Oy.
This past week was a bit crazy all over the board. We were shuffling the kids around for the last week before starting their new daycare this coming week. I was working way later than I normally would which cut into my gym time. I tried one day to go after work and our little weight area was over run with men and serious B.O. I was both turned off and very intimidated so I tucked my tail between my legs and scurried out. Not overly proud of that last part but there it is. Not always fearless.
I also had a meh kind of running week too. My scheduled 4 mile run on Tuesday was cut short at less than 3 miles in when a weekend of celebrating hubby’s birthday, eating poorly and not sleeping enough caught up to me and I had a major blood sugar crash that nearly had me pass out on my route. Not cool. One of the major symptoms is that I sweat profusely. I got home looking like I had just conquered an ultra run in 100 degree heat. It was not pretty. Thankfully, I was feeling more like myself by Thursday when I conquered my first speed run in a loooooooooooooooooooooong time. I was looking forward to doing it outside but with tornado warnings and touchdowns in the area, I opted to stay indoors. Saturday’s recovery run of 4 miles was fantastic. It was only 12C when I set out at 8am. Perfection. Then Sunday, I woke up sick.
This week, it’s back on track time. Back to regular work hours, back to regular workout times, back to regular training, including an 8 miler on the weekend. I can’t wait. My body and mind thrive on routine almost as much as my kids.
That’s my week in a nut-shell. What’s in store for you this week?