Ok, I get it.
I haven’t posted much recently. You know it’s bad when fellow bloggers start calling you out on it. Sorry, Paige.
However, here I am!
And thanks for all the well wishes on the back and sympathy for my pathetic inability to go down a flight of stairs correctly. Handrails are there for a reason, guys. Use them.
Anyway, throughout the rest of the week, my fear of having actually serious injuring myself waned and it seems I’m just a wee bit tender in the lower back region. So I’m comfortable starting up the routine again, but staying off of strength training for a little while longer.
I’m not upset about this. We all know how I feel about using weights. Gross.
By Thursday night, it was decided I could totally go back to my normal morning routine and hit the gym on Friday morning to make friends again with the elliptical.
Friday morning came around. And after four days of sleeping in, why take my chances? I went for the fifth and swore to make it in today, instead.
I would have felt bad about it, but was instead in an obnoxiously perky mood. Let’s blame overcaffeination that wasn’t necessary because I was extremely well-rested. And the fact that my employer announced we were allowed to wear jeans to work through the end of the holidays.
For an announcement like this to make me literally get up and do a happy dance, it’s clear my life is only average.
Anyway, some of the Chicago Running Girlies decided to congregate with our version of a holiday party (yeah- running is involved), so that is where I’m off to at the moment. Since I wanted to ease back into the working out thing, I sadly decided it would be safer to elliptical my morning away before meeting up with them post-run. Safety first. Blah.
And because you never go to a party empty-handed, I had a mini-marathon baking night with an old coworker last night in preparation.
We decided to double recipes just to make sure our respective significant others could receive an equal sugar rush. Because the way to a man’s heart is obviously baked goods and steak.
And we all know I don’t know how to make steak.
Happy Saturday, everyone. I cannot think of a way to express my sadness over the current events, but I will say hug everyone a little tighter and treasure the company of those around you. Holiday love. Make it happen.