Thursday, October 13, 2011

Conference Week

I know I've had some bad weeks before, but since my journey started in February, this has to be the worst. 

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. 

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