Due to the chronic, ongoing pain in my ankle (after the medical professionals gave me the green light for biking and swimming, which I embraced with exuberant aplomb) and the fact that my life is going to be a suitcase-dwelling, nomadic shit-storm for the next week and a half, I have decided to stop everything.
No biking. No swimming. No weight training, yoga, walks or hikes.
The timing is great because I have PMS and I'm borderline ADD and, after about two days of no exercise I have to reign in the urge to punch people in the throat. Actually, that latter urge is always there because, namely, I hate people.
Regardless. This ten day spate should prove entertaining.
For me.
For others it will be horrific and for that I apologize in advance.Helpful hint: buy some sort of punch repellent throat guard.
In another first, I arrived at my mother's tonight to see that Felix hadn't puked anywhere. Historic!
I think I was in my pajamas by 6pm. I'm quite sure I haven't managed that feat since I was single and in my twenties.In broad daylight, in a waterfront condo on the seawall in August with the sun shining, I watched "Definitely, Maybe" while sprawled on the couch, and I cried. Twice. Did I mention the PMS?
Oh, another incredible first? When I got here, I didn't have to cook dinner because my mom had leftovers for me. I can't believe what a treat it is to come home and dinner is made for you already. Holy shit.
I find myself, oddly, looking forward to this respite.I can't remember the last time that I wasn't working out at least six days a week, when it was second nature to eat in the car on the way home from work so I could immediately slide on my running shoes/hop onto my bike/grab my yoga mat/pick up my weights/put on my bathing suit and head out.
Granted, I'm two days into this, so check with me on Monday after I've murdered some people, but I think the rest will be good for my broken body and it will be a challenge for my hyper-analytical mind.
Fundamentally, though, this post is about me wanting to cut all my hair off again.Come on! I'm so cute and impish and Michael loves my shorn look so.
You look awesome with short hair!!! Are you a Sagittarius? Because the "I hate people" comment is something that the hubby would say, and the daughter doesn't punch in the throat, she "kicks 'em right straight in the box." At least if you punch someone you are able to run from the scene of the crime.
ReplyDeleteLet me know if Michael needs any help putting together bail money after you kill a bunch of people via throat punching. ;-)
ReplyDeleteAlso, you do look good with short hair (just my two cents on that).
Yes, bail money might be in order, LOL.
DeleteI can't believe your medical professionals cleared you for swimming with an ankle injury! Surely not flutter-kicking? I can't imagine anything more painful than pointing your toes and kicking against the force of the water! The rest will do you good. I took five days off while camping and then went for a run yesterday and could not believe how amazing I felt. I can't remember the last time I... oh yes I do, it was my last injury. LOL
ReplyDeleteYes, I'm sure the rest will be brilliant but, well, you know. I'm just not adept at it!
DeleteAs for the medical professionals... egads.