Yes. I'm thrilled to greet the morning.
This morning's workout consisted of things like moving push-ups, 8-and-8's, tricep dips, vertical jumps and other various forms of torture. I will honestly admit I spent more time watching the tv trying to figure out how to do some of the complicated moves than I did actually doing the moves.
But that's ok.
Matt did too.
So I'm justified.
It was one of those workout days where you could actually feel your muscles breaking down just to build themselves back up.
Did that make sense? Yeah, I know. My brain has apparently broken down also.
Matt agreed.
With the muscle part.
Well, probably with the brain part too.
I felt pretty weak and dizzy this morning during a couple of the repeats, but when I got done with the workout I actually felt like it was ok. I had this feeling that this morning was my breaking point and tomorrow I'll come out stronger because of it. It's just a matter of getting back into a routine and re-training my body to push and stretch it's limits.
Speaking of stretching limits, I had an appointment today with an orthopedic specialist about my knee that's been bothering me for, oh, about two years now.
He's a runner and a cyclist too, so he didn't tell me how bad running is for my joints. He reinforced that running is good...if I stick to a stretching and cool-down session after each run.
Oops. I might have overlooked how important those things are in my race to find sustenance after each long and grueling run. My bad.
There might be a slight possibility of a tear in the meniscus, and if the MRI I have scheduled for Friday proves just that, I'm looking at surgery. If it's just a strain, I have to chill on the workouts and running for about six months.
Six. Months.
You know how many sunchips and cookies a girl could eat in that time?
Let's all bow our heads and pray for either 1) absolutely nothing wrong and the wrenching knee pain is just all in my head, or 2) surgery. And quick.
(This is where husband-justification comes in again.)
Matt was back up and working out two weeks after his surgery. Two measly weeks. I would give all the cookies in the world to have this knee stuff straightened up in two weeks rather than drive my husband up a wall for six months*.
*Whenever I tend to get a little crabby or grumpy, my beloved pushes me out the door for a run or a walk with the dogs. It's true. Endorphins make people happy. And happy people don't kill their husbands.
Weigh-in was today at work - I'm down 2.9 lbs from last week, and my body fat percent dropped two points.
2.9 lbs. That's almost 12 sticks of butter.
Take that, butt.
1 comment:
The Walters are keeping the surgeons busy these days, aren't we?! Sounds like you're doing great with the workout. I couldn't even totally complete Day one Level one of the Shred. But we have started, right?!
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