Excuses I Don't Feel Bad About
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
I skipped boot camp this morning. Surprisingly, I don't feel too guilty about it. Here's why.
1. I don't know what Paul did to me on Monday, but whatever it was was evil. Oddly enough, I ended our session with, 'wow, it really flew by today!' ... STUPID LAST WORDS. Even now I'm still not sure what, specifically, caused this aching, but it's that kind of 'you're-doing-something-produc
tive' ache so I'll just go with it. I started feeling it by Monday afternoon and Tuesday I was super sore so I thought walking would help me out. It didn't. 40 minutes of treadmill/elliptical/bike later, I stretched FOREVER and called it a day. But Tuesday afternoon I was contemplating either sleeping in my car or picking up a day laborer on the way home to move my bed into the garage so that I wouldn't have to climb two flights of stairs. This morning, I woke up still aching and decided an intense boot camp session might kill me.
2. Last night I got to see one of my favorite non-famous musicians on the TV show Parenthood. He was in the background at an open mic night scene and they didn't even say his name, but he sounded great and I'm sure it's still good for his career. Go Tony Lucca!! But it meant I was up until 11PM (normally I go to bed by 9, 10 max) and getting up at 5AM was not sounding good.
3. Snow shoveling. 'Nuff said.
So, should I have at least walked or something? Maybe. Am I comfortable in taking this as a sign from my body that it needs some rest? Definitely.
I'll go walk tomorrow and go back to boot camp on Friday.
In the meantime, my butt still hurts.