Guilt

So, I've succumbed to the peer pressure and I've been taking the stairs in the morning.

So there.

Are you happy now?

All on my own, I have been feeling guilty about not working out... but... it hasn't been enough to make me do anything about it (except for taking the stairs). I just have not been able to get my butt out of bed in the mornings, this week.

Wait!

I'm having a Deja Vu....

I'm pretty sure I could go back into my archives and find a blog that sounds just like this one.

I won't bore you with another rerun of this episode.

On a positive note: The time off has given my toe the necessary rest to heal. It doesn't feel 100%, but I can do things to it this week, that I couldn't last week.

Am also happy to have reconnected with some of my old blogger friends. They aren't old, they are quite young in fact, but we go way back!

Thanks for comin' back 'round!

Karma

So, I started this thing....

I have been at my new job for a few weeks now and I noticed, a couple of weeks ago, when I got to work in the mornings, the elevators were both resting on the TOP floor. I would get grumpy and say to myself, "Why are both elevators on the top floor???" I then thought that there should be some sort of thing that defaults the elevator (at least one) to return to the ground floor, especially in the mornings when people are coming in to work! I knew that this would take quite a lot of work on my part to get the elevator companies to develop something like this, so, in the meantime, I have started a new habit....

When I ride the elevator to the top floor, I push the button for the ground floor, so that the elevator will return for the next person/people coming in to work.

The last two days that I have come in to work, I have walked in to an elevator waiting for me on the ground floor.

Some call it good karma. I know I do.

Mama said there'd be days like these

I don't know how it is for you, but I am usually highly motivated and excited when I start something new. I'm a starter. I like starting things. New things. As for finishing them... that's another story.

On Monday, I officially started my training towards the Oyster race (no, I won't be racing oysters). Not two days later I'm asking myself, "Has the excitement already worn off?"

I don't think so... but I do think I'm having one of those days. It was tough getting out of bed this morning and it was tough challenging my body to do much while I was out. The good news is, I did more before 6:30 this morning, than most will do all day.

2.5 miles - walk/jogged. The toe seemed to hurt more today, but not while I was running. Go figure.

Namaste

note: I need to stretch more.

Today

05:38am, again. Two more miles... walk/jog pace. The toe is still tender. The energy level... low. This blog... boring.

Ugh.... Monday

Why are Monday's so exhausting?

After two snooze cycles, my feet finally hit the floor at 5:38am. The misses and I (and the pooch, Xander) headed out the door for some exercise. 2 miles to get us started training again, after a sabbatical. Okay, it wasn't so much of a sabbatical than a complete abandonment of training, but sabbatical sounds some much more eloquent.

Plus, my toe is broken. I spoke with a professional in radiology (my little brother) and, based on the description of my toe, he informed me that my toe is likely broken. I probably just chipped a tip off of the distal phalange of my big toe. There's a name for that, but I forget.

This weekend I was pissed. My blog was quickly becoming about how I'm "NOT" working out. So, today, I went out to get some exercise, despite my toe. It worked out. I was actually more comfortable jogging than I was when I had started out walking.

Getting up that early, after not doing if for so long has been tough. I have been so sleepy! I had a morning full of meetings and that certainly didn't help!

The good news is, today has given me momentum. My training has officially begun!

Toe and updates

What is it? It seems like every time I start, or want to start, working out, I get sick. On Tuesday afternoon, I had a great lunch with some associates. Shortly after lunch, I start feeling this tickle in my throat, causing this slight cough. That night, I'm feeling quite punk. I load up on the meds and get to bed.

On Wednesday, I couldn't miss work. Plus, I had other 'official' business that I had to tend to that afternoon, so I sucked it up.

I got home around 7:30 that evening, just drained and ready to head to bed. I start flipping through the channels and I see that the WEC is on. Urijah Faber is fighting Jens Pulver. I would not be going to bed! It was an amazing fight. The bantam weight fight was impressive as well.

Thursday I get up and I still feel like crap... but I go to work anyway. Deadlines! By the end of the day, I'm actually feeling okay. I still have this mild congestion, but nothing like I was feeling originally.

Today, I'm still feeling drained of my energy... I so did not want to get out of bed this morning... but, the congestion is certainly waning.

The toe. The left, big, toe. It still hurts. It feels like, if my toe were square, that I'd chipped off the outer corner. I may never know. Unless my toe starts getting really funky, I won't be going to the doctor.

It's only slightly uncomfortable to walk on it. I did test running, or jogging, on it, a little.... but I want to let it heal a bit more before I really put it to the test.

I thought this sickness was going to keep me down for longer than it has. Now that it is on its way out, I'm just waiting on this damn toe to heal.

I've returned home

After three years on the East coast, I'm happy to announce that I am back home in Colorado. It's kind of a long story about why we went to PA, but there were just a few things missing in our life. I won't discount the experiences we had while in PA, because we had some amazing times and met some good people, but this is where my heart is. This is where I want to spend the rest of my days.

For whatever reason, my blogging and my training suffered during that time (in case you were wonder why it's been over a year since I've blogged anything). I suppose there were many reasons, but, really, they are just excuses. I wasn't committed to my blogging or my training.

Am I committed now? Well... as we discussed what we wanted to create for our lives, this was one of them. We wanted to be sure to get back into a healthy lifestyle, which includes joining a local gym again, eating right (mostly raw foods), and getting involved in local events.

Life is a little convoluted since moving back and we haven't quite settled in, but I am pleased to report that we have just signed up for my first event...www.oysterracingseries.com - Aug. 16th in Denver, which happens to be my birthday.

When I was propositioned to do this race, I had to make a decision. Was I going to party, or was I going to race? You see, my birthday tends to last about a week, in the days leading up to and after my birthday. Yeah, I stretch it a little, but sometimes you have to. It's not easy to get all of your friends and family together at the same time, so you spread it out. It's a win-win for everyone!... but, I digress......

Back to training.

The day after I commit to doing this race, I'm playing basketball with the kids and I jam my toe. The big toe, on my left foot. Yeah.... the big toe is pretty important when it comes to running. So, as you can guess, I am not able to start my running just yet. The good news is, I did not injure any of the joints in my toe. The bad news is, I may have cracked or broken a bone in the tip of my toe. Have I gone to the Doctor to have it x-rayed? Naw. I'm going to ride it out and see if it heals. There is some bruising that finally surfaced, after three days (I'm not sure what that means). I'm able to walk on it (mostly), but there is still something very obviously not right about it. Time will tell. I will keep you posted.

Finally, I'm faced with a couple of challenges, with training. My bike (and most of everything I own) is still in PA. I haven't yet joined a gym and I can't do any running, because of my toe. Again, only time will reveal what will happen. I have ten weeks to get into shape for this event.

I will find a way......