Saturday morning, I got up early and hit the gym for Body Pump and a spin class. I really didn’t feel like going, but I knew I’d feel better if I worked out, yada yada yada . . .
As we all know, I’m not a huge fan of strength training. But since my demon back injury has me sidelined from running, I’ve been doing more of it lately in an effort to do something. Whoever said women can’t bulk up from strength training hasn’t met me. I feel like the incredible hulk. Ugh. Anyway, I will tell you straight up that I 100% phoned it in during Body Pump on Saturday. My shoulders were sore from God-knows-what, and I just wasn’t feeling it. I thought about skipping spinning, but since cardio is what I’ve really been craving, I stayed.
Spinning? Sucked. Hard. My legs just didn’t want to go, making me feel like I barely got a workout. Oh, and newsflash? Techno music does not motivate me. It makes me want to kill my spin instructor and everyone else in the class. Let it be noted.
Mentally, I just wasn’t there. Where was I instead? Running. Striding along in the early spring sunshine with rainbows coming out of my feet and a giant, shit-eating grin on my face. Because that’s where I really wanted to be.
Naturally, I completely fell apart the instant I left the gym. I guess it makes sense. Today marks the one month mark since I last ran, and I hadn’t cried yet. I suppose it did have to happen eventually. After some encouragement from my mama and texting a bit with my blogging BFF, I felt a little better.
I also went ahead and had some Bailey’s in my coffee just to take the edge off.
Then, I gave myself a St. Patty’s Day-inspired pedicure and took Roo to the park, where she proceeded to attack all the other dogs there with love, completely wearing herself out so she could pass out in the car on the way home. Her little puppy heart cheered me up for sure.
Saturday afternoon/evening was spent celebrating my Irish heritage with friends. Rather than braving the bar crowd, we had a good old-fashioned house party.
I believe it’s safe to say I can no longer do shots. Putting that I my Murtough list (How I Met Your Mother fans–can I get a what what???). I’ll take a green water bottle and party with that. Sorry for Party Rockin’ indeed.
Even though I wanted to stay home and wallow, I powered through and didn’t let myself have a true pity party. Thank God because I’m pretty sure that would have gotten incredibly ugly incredibly quickly.
Since it’s Monday, I should have a meal plan, right? The name of the game this week is Use Up Everything in the Fridge Before You Go Out of Town for Work. We’ll make that a working title until I come up with something shorter, mmmmkay?
Sunday: Grilled Swordfish and Veggies (courtesy of dinner at Mom & Dad’s!)
Monday: leftover swordfish and some kind of veggie
Tuesday: Mushroom Quesadilla with Caramelized Onions (longtime fav–can’t believe I haven’t put this on the blog yet! coming soon!)
Wednesday: Cauliflower Chicken Nuggets and ???
Thursday: BBQ Chicken Panini
Friday: Drinks and apps with the girls
Did you celebrate St. Patty’s Day?
What’s on this week’s menu for you?