Tuesday: .75 miles
The struggle was real this week you guys. I’m not even going to pretend otherwise.
There’s a shit ton of LIFE happening behind the scenes here. My grandma died a couple weeks ago, hence the last minute trip to Houston. I have a book manuscript that is due in three months, and — speaking of being a slow runner — I really should start thinking about the small group discussion I’m moderating at FitBloggin in July. Oh yeah, on top of all of that, I’m moving in a couple weeks so I have to spend whatever free time I can find packing up the apartment I have spent the last seven years living in.
So my mind is going a million miles a minute just thinking about all the shit that needs to get done over the next couple weeks and months but at the same time all I want to do is stay in bed and binge watch “Dawson’s Creek” (which I recently re-discoverd on Hulu).
It’s also one of those Catch-22 situations where I know that exercising might help but even just the thought of taking my pjs off and putting my exercise clothes on was exhausting, let alone going outside or going to the gym.
That said, because I’m moving into BC’s house, I don’t have to wait until the end of the month to start physically moving things so part of this past Saturday was spent taking non-essentials over, like small pieces of furniture, some kitchen items, and the majority of the art on my walls.
The house is multiple floors, including basement and attic. By the end of the day I had almost 30 flights of stairs on my FitBit and the next morning my biceps were killing me.
I’m totally counting it as cross-training.
This week my fabulous friend Jamie is giving away a free race entry so be sure to pop on over to her blog to find out how to enter!
Love from the ashes,