Friday morning, the triumphs and tragedies

Tragedy #1: Last night, I set my alarm for 5:30 am. I was really excited about the workout I had planned – cardio and toning (arms and abs) intervals. My alarm never went off and instead I woke up at 6:15 am to my two year old petting my face. This would normally be an adorable way to wake up, but this morning it meant that I slept through my workout. Bummer. According to Isaac (my husband), my alarm did go off and allegedly I said, “Not this morning” and turned it off. I have no recollection of that. Needless to say, I was very disappointed that I missed my only chance to exercise for the day.

I have Fridays off and normally I would load up the BOB and take the girls for a run, but I am taking a few weeks off from running to let my trouble areas mellow out. So, I fed everyone breakfast and decided to go for a long and fast walk with the girls. Things were looking up, by 7:30 am we were locked and loaded. I started my RunKeeper app and queued up a darn good playlist on Spotify. We set off for the beach.

Tragedy #2: Shortly after we left the house, I got a text from Isaac (my husband) who had been surfing. The text had no words, just a photo of a snapped surfboard. His snapped surfboard.

I was BUMMED. Sure, he can order another board… for about four hundred dollars! $400 in Workout Bucks is like one pair of Nike Frees, 15 Barry’s Bootcamp Sessions, and 2 Lululemon sports bras. Oh well. Let it go. Deep breaths. It’s Friday. Enjoy. Stop thinking about it. Whatever. Ugh.

The beach is about 1 mile from our house and when we got there, I was still thinking about my Workout Bucks gone for good (excuse the drama). I felt so wound up and just ready to burst. Not all because of the Nike Frees that would never be, but it’s been a tough week and I was just letting my pent up junk come out as frustration over a snapped board (that is not even mine).

Triumph #1: It was time to run. It has been over two weeks since my last run. I have a race on Tuesday and need to do an easy run to check in on my trouble areas anyways. So, I took off and ran about 3.5 miles. It felt terrific. I didn’t have any pain on my left side (my troublesome side). It is amazing what a short run can do for my perspective too – it’s like hitting “re-start” on my mind. Really, a must do when you’re battling PMS.

Triumph #2: We got home and both girls were happy enough playing and watching Curious George that I was able to stretch and play around with TimerCam. Any mom with babies and/or toddlers knows the triumph in that scenario. Here’s a green smoothie cheers to that!


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