I'm taking a little hiatus this week and next, except for the short holiday run in Columbus this Sunday. This is to recover from Saturday's 10-mile trail run, which thoroughly kicked my butt. This time it's going a little bit better than last time I tried, perhaps because it's 20 degrees outside and snowing -- an environment just slightly more inviting than the treadmill. It's now Thursday and I have yet to log any miles.
So how have I occupied myself?
MONDAY: Pure and simple laziness. I had the day off and, apart from a trip to Wally World and a dog walk, was a total bum. My legs were still incredibly sore and threatening to revolt if I dared make them work too hard.
TUESDAY: Thought I was being smart in planning my trip to the Newark Y around Glee to pass the hour on the elliptical blissfully. Fail. It wasn't on any of the televisions. Instead I cranked up the Decemberists and passed the time watching the two TVs in front of me. Three thoughts ran through my head: 1) Does the Julian Assange saga more closely resemble a John Grisham or Tom Clancy novel? This is a beautiful news story, just beautiful. B) Ok, I get why giddy girls go on game shows to put holiday ornaments around with hockey sticks, quite frankly for a million bucks I would too, but how on earth do they fill a studio audience in New York City to watch. C) (Venom against a certain cable news commentator) Really?
THURSDAY: This is where I come home, collapse on the couch sweaty and exhausted. I actually got out of work early enough to make the 5 pm kickboxing class and it kicked my butt. Ouch. Add coordination to the long list of things I am not good at. Still it was fun to jump around and punch and kick. We even ran a little. I'll absolutely make this one again when I can.
FRIDAY: Not there yet. It might involve some Hulu. Maybe some Netflix. Maybe even some tacky Christmas specials.
There are a whole lot of classes at the Y, I'm anxious to try a lot of them.
One at a time.