Vent vent vent. I am having a really frustrating day. Week 5 of no working out is just killing me.
I miss yoga, I miss spin, I miss kick box, I miss step. I miss my DH out in California for over a year and a half now doing this long distance thing. I am now at the point I can walk on the treadmill at incline level 10 at speed 3.6 (which is the absolute max my doc will allow for my therapy period)for an hour and a half and barely bust 145 on heartrate. It is so hard not to bust out and just RUN like the devil is after me. AGHGHGHGHGHGH. OK. I KNOW THIS IS NOT FOREVER but IT FEELS LIKE IT TODAY. Pant pant pant. 4 more weeks. Help me lord.
I don't know what my problem is today. My therapy is working, I feel tons tons tons better. I just have never gone more than 10 days without working out and I am starting to go banana-faced nutso. And my roommate, god bless her little heart, washed my favorite victoria's secret thongs with a red sweat band and they are now all serial-killer scarlet. And she dried them!!! AHHHH. SHe was so upset she was crying...of course I hugged her and told her it's just underwear, who cares, but inside I am like "poop on a stick, I now have $150 dollars worth of fuscia thongs!"
ALright, thanks for letting me vent. Have a good weekend everyone.
I miss yoga, I miss spin, I miss kick box, I miss step. I miss my DH out in California for over a year and a half now doing this long distance thing. I am now at the point I can walk on the treadmill at incline level 10 at speed 3.6 (which is the absolute max my doc will allow for my therapy period)for an hour and a half and barely bust 145 on heartrate. It is so hard not to bust out and just RUN like the devil is after me. AGHGHGHGHGHGH. OK. I KNOW THIS IS NOT FOREVER but IT FEELS LIKE IT TODAY. Pant pant pant. 4 more weeks. Help me lord.
I don't know what my problem is today. My therapy is working, I feel tons tons tons better. I just have never gone more than 10 days without working out and I am starting to go banana-faced nutso. And my roommate, god bless her little heart, washed my favorite victoria's secret thongs with a red sweat band and they are now all serial-killer scarlet. And she dried them!!! AHHHH. SHe was so upset she was crying...of course I hugged her and told her it's just underwear, who cares, but inside I am like "poop on a stick, I now have $150 dollars worth of fuscia thongs!"
ALright, thanks for letting me vent. Have a good weekend everyone.