Y’know how I said that, this week, I was going to hit the gym at least twice?
That I was committed, and that I’d scheduled in Tuesday and Thursday, come hell or high water?
Uh. Yeah. About that….
Tuesday, I came down with some kind of stomach bug.
Stomach bug doesn’t even really describe the kind of gastrointestinal distress that was going on, either. If it was a bug, it was a giant, hairy bug with razor-sharp teeth and a taste for human flesh. Like, seriously. I kind of laid on the floor for most of the day, occasionally crawling toward the bathroom, and contemplating the ramifications of deciding to never eat again. Ever.
If you’ve ever had an Alien chest-burster larva spring out of your abdomen and do a little tap dance on your mangled body…that’s pretty much how it felt. Only that may have been preferable, because at least that would end at some point. This just went ON and ON and OMG ON.
In addition, I’ve been a little busy.
This week was the launch of a pretty big ol’ project that’s been in the works forEVER, and even that was delayed by the Ick.
Needless to say, the gym, and my commitment thereto, was low on the priority list, right behind “keep breathing” and “lose this strange green pallor”.
Next week, though, IT IS ON, baby. ON.
Provided no aliens invade my intestines this next week (or any other internal organs, for that matter), I have a date with sweat. Theresa’s starting to show me up, here, and with my inner competitive-chick on overdrive, I’m redoubling my commitment. Barring physical rebellion, on Tuesday and Thursday, my tail end will be in the saddle of the video-game-like bike, and I’ll be sweating off the apple butter I just made.
How’s your summer movement going?
Got any challenges of your own? I’d love to hear about ‘em. Drop me a comment or a note, and make me feel a little better about my giant sloth-suit.