I haven't done anything. And I haven't been eating well.
I left Monday for a conference in San Marcos for our student information software. I saw on the website that our hotel had a weight room, so I took my exercise clothes and running shoes in hopes that they would have a treadmill or elliptical.
I spent the evening Monday night with my daughter. That was great! I met the other ladies later, but we didn't stay out late. So the next morning, I woke up at 5:30 to go get a workout in. I eventually found the weight room on the third floor (WTH?) and I gasped as I walked in. This was the picture I saw on the webpage:
Nice, right? It would be if it was part of it, but this was the entire room. And you have to consider the wide-angle lens. The room wasn't even as big as my own hotel room. It was tiny. Right in front of that mat you see the bike on was a mirrored wall. I got claustrophobic as I was waiting on the treadmill.
Fifteen minutes later, it was free, and I was alone in this tiny, mirrored room. Running on a treadmill is difficult enough, but running on a treadmill in a small room and a large mirror in front of your face is even more difficult. I'll stop complaining now. I made it through a mile and then I had to leave to get ready.
Other than walking around the conference and the outlet mall, that is the only exercise I got.
I didn't go to Zumba tonight, but I was going to go for a run. I didn't want to leave the little one again after I just got home; so Kelly had agreed to meet me here after I put her to bed, and we would run in the neighborhood. Perfect. But then Kelly had issues and had to stand me up. No problem. I would go to the rec center and run the track, and if people were running on the bridge on the way, I would run the bridge. Yea!
I fell asleep. I just woke up, and I've missed the running-in-the-gym opportunity.
So it's a crappy work-out week. REALLY crappy work-out week. And I hope it doesn't affect my 11-mile run on Saturday. But I'm afraid it will. But I'll force my way through it.