Wednesday, August 01, 2012
This morning, when my 4:15 alarm went up, I turned it off and rolled out of bed easy. I got myself a bowl of cereal and a glass of iced tea. I took out my netbook, and started eating/drinking while checking my webcomics.
And then I realized: I'm exhausted. I don't know if I can make it to the gym.
Last night I hung out with friends playing board games. Boyfriend and I were there until 10:00, so we got back around 10:30, and I immediately went to bed, passed out. I figured that because I only had five and a half hours of sleep, I was just tired.
But the more I thought about it, the more I didn't think I could make it at Body Pump today. BODY PUMP. I LOVE Body Pump. But I imagined myself in the class, and all I could see was failing--suffering under the weight, possibly injuring myself.
And thus I decided, I'm taking this week off major exercise.
I had a hard day yesterday, too. I tried to run for an hour. I was on the treadmill for 60 minutes, and I was doing the virtual 5K. I was at about 2.91 miles, almost there, just two minutes to run, when, without my realizing it, my hands grabbed the sides of the treadmill, lifted me off the spinning belt, stood on the edges, and gasped for air. I knew I could not finish--my body just could not do it. It would have been my shortest time yet, but I was spent, and I walked for the last thirty minutes.
I don't know what it is about this week. Maybe the constant body soreness is getting to me. Maybe it's all the exercise combined with the stress of both tutoring and babysitting a three-year-old whose mother and boyfriend cannot seem to communicate to each other about anything, and definitely not so to me.
As I got up to go back to bed, my calves were screaming--I had forgotten that they've been hurting for more than a day now, and I knew I had made the right decision.
I will try to go to the gym tonight for some light cardio, but nothing crazy. Hopefully tomorrow and Friday, too, but we'll see. Just to get my minutes in, but not necessarily running or weight lifting. And not necessarily at 5:30 AM.
I'm nervous about it, about taking a week off physically. I'm worried about if I'll be able to get back into it easy next week. But I am pretty sure that, by Monday, I'll be determined to get back to work.
Wish me luck. Have a beautiful day, everybody!