It's been one week since the half marathon, and I would love to say that I have been rocking it every day since. But the truth is far from that. I haven't.
I had a really, REALLY bad day on Tuesday, and it zapped my energy. Thursday, which is the exercise night I most look forward to, didn't even sound appealing. I told Kelly I wasn't going to Zumba, because "I just don't feel like it!" Then I thought about it and thought that is precisely why I should go to Zumba.
After texting with Tiffany, she told me I would be going and I would be there 40 minutes early to get my weight training in, too.
Well, I didn't get there 40 minutes early; I got there 25 minutes early. And although I felt like I wasn't giving it my all, I did give enough to have some sore abs. And we were in Zumba, and I did try to give it my all, but I didn't. When a song came on that I didn't like, I really just half-assed it. And the same with new songs that I didn't know.
I did manage to work up a sweat, but it wasn't the same intensity as usual. But I am glad I did go. Because it's all I did all week.
We were set to run Saturday morning, a slow six miles as prescribed by Coach Ric. But Kelly's daughter was sick all night, and the two margaritas I had the night before plus the 40 degree weather was enough to motivate me to stay in bed.
Slacker! I know!
So today, I was all set to Zumba my heart out and get a good run in too. But then I remembered that I had made early dinner plans with my daughter and my friend Mindy.
I'm chalking this up to a slacker week. Actually, let's call it a recovery week. That sounds better. Maybe only half true, but better nonetheless.
But that will change. I'll give myself this week, but I am back on the wagon tomorrow.