It's Sunday night and I'm looking forward to getting my butt to the gym tomorrow after I put my son on the school bus. Never mind that I haven't been able to shake my head cold. The doc I saw last week assured me that I'd be better by the weekend, but if I wasn't, he'd sent a Rx for antibiotics to my pharmacy. I'm not better. And as much as I'd like to rely on zinc, vitamin C and chicken soup, a week's too long to blow gobs of pea soup out of your head. I'm certainly not worried about being contagious -- neither my son nor my husband have even a sniffle.
My husband assures me that I won't actually be as weak as I fear. I'm concerned I won't be able to even do a pushup. Last time I tried, I managed to squeak out 50, although I admit the last 5 were really hard. I've got my gym bag packed and the alarm set. Keeping my fingers crossed and my hopes high!
Unexpectedly Tuneless
I got to the gym later than I wanted but the gym wasn't too crowded. I was more dismayed by the sudden battery death of my earbuds. The ...
-
I had plans to go to the gym this morning, but those plans did not include sweeping my walkway and driveway clear of the inch of powder that... -
I'm too tired to make my usual mileage but at least I made it to the gym. I warm up and feel better but cool down quickly while still in...
-
I skipped the past three days so today was difficult cardio-wise. I didn't get anywhere close to 2.8 and my quads were already tired. I ...
No comments:
Post a Comment