Some people think of the week from Sunday-Sunday and some think of it from Monday-Sunday. I am one of those people. Monday is the beginning and Sunday is the end, right? Well it is in my brain and this blog is basically an extension of my brain. Therefore, it only makes sense to talk about how I did for the week on Sunday, instead of droning on about it every day.
DISCLAIMER: If you have no interest in hearing my obsessive, over-analytical, self-deprecating rantings, then I suggest you abstain from SFTS on Sundays.
But, if you are one of my lovely regular readers, you are wonderful and supportive and will visit me every Sunday to leave your own words of encouragement, right?! 🙂
Monday: This week was a mundane Monday. I tried to work on some miscellaneous strength training at work, but these
darn people customers kept coming in and bothering me keeping us in business.
Tuesday: I made a pretty good showing with my 2.55 mile run. My pace was pretty good, especially considering that I hadn’t run in exactly one week. Normally, I have a hard time if I even take a few days off. I guess a little recovery time goes a long way! I also worked on arm toning.
Wednesday: Wednesday was kind of a bust. I had intended to do some Zumba on DVD, but didn’t get home from working on the rental until around 9:30pm. Sleep seemed so much more important at that point. I reorganized my schedule for the week to make this my rest day instead of Friday. I think I’m going to have to take a more realistic look on which days I schedule things to make it work for me.
Thursday: Missed the 6:15am alarm, but luckily the 7:30am one woke me in time to get to work. I keep score for a little league team, which kept me busy until about 7:30pm. I pushed my run back to Friday and got my Zumba DVD in after all. I’ve owned this Zumba for….years. And I finally decided to give it a try. Let me just say, I was sweating and my obliques are soooooore. I loved it.
Friday: Up & at it bright and early for a surprisingly fast 2 miles. 2 miles used to seem like so far to me, but the more I run the shorter the distance seems. I guess that’s kind of the point of training! I had intended to work on legs in the evening, but again with the working on the rental. Did I mention that I whacked myself in one shin with a crowbar and then slammed the other one into a bucket of mud? I’m serious. Like all in the same day. So I’m thinking that was enough muscular trauma for my legs.
Saturday: Oh sweet, sweet Saturday. Your fair weather I enjoyed from inside the laundry facility and then the rental. Not even a Zumba DVD was touched and yet my entire body felt ravaged.
Sunday: Shot out of bed at 8AM determined to get my mileage in for the week. Because I just upgraded my phone, I thought I might be able to take my old phone with me and use the Map My Run app. It was kind of working in the beginning…and then after I knew I had been running for friggin ever, I looked at the phone and it said “1 mile.” FML. Unsure of how far I had actually run, I just tried to zig-zag around as long as I could. My goal was 3 miles and I ended up at 3.42 – bonus! Then I textured walls for six hours. Now I want to curl up in a ball and die.
Target mileage base: 8
Actual miles logged: 7.94