I usually get a pretty strong finish line high after a big race and start feeling like I'm super special and awesome. This week has reminded me that I'm actually weak and pathetic.
Exhibit One: 30 minutes of Jillian Michaels completely kicked my ass.
I know I already said this but it continues happening, so I need to continue talking about it. I did the workout Saturday, and I could still barely move on Monday. Like.....everything hurt. In comparison, after Stone Mill, I was walking around and even sitting down Monday like nothing happened.
Exhibit Two: I don't get ID'd anymore
The broomball season is 6 games, and last night was our fifth. We finally scored our first goal, and proudly ended the game in a tie! We are now at zero wins, 3 losses, and TWO TIES.
Of course, we went out after to celebrate.
|Team Orange. We were never given a name.|
Exhibit Three: I've grown into a soft, wussy Marylander.
I grew up in the tundra of Rochester, NY, where people don't even blink or turn on the news to check for cancellations after getting a foot and a half of snow overnight. This post by Holly has some fun facts about how truly terrible winters are there, if you care. In Baltimore, temperatures in the low 30s and flakes is enough to shut the whole city down.
Well, now I'm right there with them. When I left work today it was 35 and raining. I had stupidly worn flats that might as well have been made of cardboard, and forgot my gloves that morning.
I thought I was going to die.
The second I got home, I cranked the heat, threw a mug of water in the microwave for tea, and turned on the hot water in the bathtub. I tried to put my feet in, hoping to regain feeling, but they were so cold that it hurt.
|Can you see how white my toes are?|
Now I'm still in flannel PJS, a robe, and a heavy blanket and shivering.
Exhibit Four: Running is still hard.
After a full week (8 days, in all honesty) off, I returned to running. Even though the temperature never left the 20s yesterday, I braved the cold to run outdoors after work. Since we had broomball (aka 40 minutes in an ice rink) anyway, I figured I might as well get cold ahead of time.
I did 5 miles, and it wasn't bad, but I never really seemed to warm up until I was almost done. This morning, I cried uncle and ran another 5 on the treadmill. Running outside in the cold is bad enough, trying to leave a warm bed to do it....well, I have the treadmill now, so it's an unnecessary evil! 5 miles felt...tiring. More than I thought it should have. But at least I'm back in action! I'm trying to psych myself up for more Jillian - so far it hasn't happened.
What's recently knocked you down a peg or two?