I thought the FIRST plan would be a nice second training plan for me because it still only requires three runs a week (which is really all I can handle without whining), but with the speedwork and longer tempo runs, I thought it would give me a nice challenge and hopefully improve my time! So, with that in mind...
1. I did P90X Chest & Back on Monday. It was really hard.
2. I did my first official speedwork training on Tuesday. It was really hard.
3. I sat around and cried today because I was so sore and exhausted and destroyed by life. It was still hard.
I wish I was joking about that third one. I don't want to be the Debbie Downer blog, and I try not to get too personal around here... aside from talking about smashed boobs in sports bras because SOMEBODY HAS TO TALK ABOUT IT, PEOPLE!
Sorry, David. The world has to know.
But I have to admit that part of the reason I haven't been blogging lately or responding to anyone's comments (I read them, I swear, I don't think I'm that cool) or commenting on anyone else's blogs is because it has been a hell of a week. I really did sit on my couch and cry tonight - I'm deciding to blame hormones and Tangled because really, how do you watch the lantern scene and not cry? But it was also because I've been having some personal nonsense going on. I love a hard workout as much as the next masochist, but the speedwork on Tuesday stomped all over my pride and handed it to me on a silver platter. Speedwork sucks. And Bonnie was spayed yesterday (she's super thrilled with all of us right now), so after a brutal and demoralizing run, I got to pick up a 45 pound squirming and unhappy dog several times and get her in and out of the car. Let me tell you what a blast that was when my entire upper body already hated me from P90X on Monday! I woke up this morning and my left arm was throbbing and my elbow refused to straighten. So I took today off. Which I know is listening to my body and taking care of myself, but it unfortunately translated into "take the day off of exercise... and also, eat your feelings." It didn't help that I hung out with a friend today, and it turned into helping her pick out a birthday card and present(s) for another friend of hers. Apparently she didn't realize that since she didn't get me a birthday card or present, this would hurt my feelings. Not sure how that oversight was made, but I didn't say anything because, really, what do you say? "I'm sorry, I can't shop with you for someone else's birthday because I'm still waiting for my birthday present. Love and kisses."
I pretty much dissolved after that and ate half of the contents of my fridge, bawled my eyes out, watched Tangled and You've Got Mail, bawled some more, called David and cried to him that I don't have friends and never will have friends... and now here I am, telling the internet how sad and lonely I feel tonight and how good I am at eating those feelings instead of doing anything about it.
But that's that. Today is over and tomorrow is not only a new day, but a new month, and I intend to get December off on the right foot. Probably by wearing the fabulous new Lululemon jacket that I completely splurged on today. WIN.