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. 
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Summers just always seem to be the worst for me movement-wise. I’m either too darn hot to do much or I’m overdoing and getting myself into over training syndrome. This summer has been particularly bad with smoke thick enough to cut with a knife for most of June and record setting temps for days on end.
Now, I have a wonderful skin infection and the doctor ordered less sweating. I had two weeks of no symptoms, only to have them show back up. Word to the wise – get new bras the second they are slightly too big! Especially work out bras! My infection is due to chaffing from bras that I kept wearing even though they were too big because the darn things are too expensive to replace every few months when my chest changes.
Despite all that I did hop in the pool last night because my club was having a demo of aqua Zumba and I just had to check it out. It was the best water fitness class I’ve taken there! All the rapid direction changing of dancing in water was a ton of resistance. I really hope it goes on the regular schedule at a time that 8-5ers like me can attend without conflicting with my never to be missed Yin yoga class.
wow .. to the alien attack .. I’ve heard from others around the country that it’s a nasty-nasty! Hopefully, you will be back to full steam soon.
That sloth looks like he’s made of chocolate. i could go for a chocolate sloth along about now…