As a “plan ahead” kind of gal, and someone who particularly enjoys routine, this last week or so has really thrown me for a loop.
My workouts have been sporadic and wonky. It’s been a “guess what Amy will actually do today” kind of week.
Let’s pretend I’m attempting “muscle confusion” to get my hot bod in tip top shape. Instead of realizing that I’m just being lazy/moody/irritable.
Due to our habit of weekly champagne brunch on Saturdays, I often observe Sunday the way God intended- as one of rest. Preferably buried under blankets with a large bottle of water within arm’s length.
Maybe it was the lack of celebratory drinks after a hard loss to KU (I will NOT talk about it). Maybe it was the amazing weather (since when is 53 degrees amazing?). Maybe it was the guilt from multiple Mizzou-Themed Cookies being willingly shoved into my face (thank God my coworkers willingly took the rest of them out of my grubby little paws- early onset of diabetes was just around the corner).
Or maybe it was the pizza.
Whatever it was, I found myself at the gym on Sunday afternoon doing the stairmill for funsies. And also walking around the neighborhoods for an hour or so with my roommate.
And because of my suddenly active Sunday, Monday changed a little. The legs weren’t as fresh as they normally are on Mondays (usually I’m coming off a day of total rest), so I only ran 3.7 miles on the treadmill at 8:34 before switching to a walk for another 10 minutes or so.
It was a half-mile or so less than the usual, so compensating included push ups (the guy way- I’m getting better!) and some planking through Monday night tv time.
My arms are slowly getting stronger, but I’m nowhere near getting my muscles to look like the dudes at the gym that are so bulked up they can’t even put their arms fully down to the side.
Oh wait… that is gross. Nevermind.
All in all, it was still a good workout. So the break in normalcy wasn’t nearly as annoying/disruptive as originally assumed.
This is me making due with the given time and energy levels. And that’s really all I can ask of myself.
And because my friend is in town to take the bar exam today and I am celebrating with her afterwards, my workout will be nonexistent today in exchange for food and wine.
I know, right? I am SUCH a good friend… sigh…
She may be the one taking the bar exam, but it’s clearly still all about me.