photo from the internet...artst Mr. Van Gogh
Hot in the burbs here, mid 90's and humid. The evening stroll with the pups was less than stellar, as a neighbor's bigger dog was out on the loose scaring my girls and chasing bikers. Superfun.
This morning, I was still pumped with endorphins from the workouts of the night before.. I felt like running. Time to start training for a 5k. I have one staked out for November, but want to get one in between now and then. I like how it felt to be focused with goals , training, and pushing myself. If I can't run it I'll walk it BY GAWD! (true southern accent) So some treadmill time was planned, but first to Office Max for a white bookcase for my office.
Halfway through Office Max , my husband says "You are walking funny. Are you ok? you're dragging your feet?"..About that time , I realized my back was hurting and he was right. I was kind of walking like a marionette. My top half wasn't fluid with my lower half. I guess the workouts of Tuesday night: the bouncey elliptical trainer and the pump class afterward did a number to my spine / back muscles. Without the endorphins, I was outta sync.
Rest day, then. Damn, it's a bother getting old.
Then hubby suggests going out to eat. We do. I make some good choices, some not as good, and part of my meal came home and will be lunch for tomorrow. It's the only way I justify eating out twice in one week. To the husband, "No more!" Then on the way home he wants Brewsters..as in ice cream. I didn't get any. I really didn't want any. I didn't want to spend the calories, I didn't want the full feeling, I had really enjoyed my dinner. And if i did want some, I wanted low sugar or a Skinny Cow fudgebar at 50 cal. He was initially upset that I didn't get any but then accepted it.
Out of sync there too.
I bypassed ice cream.
Gotta bottle that feeling and the thought processes that went in to that choice and sell it on an infomercial.
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