Being completely free with my workouts has been absolutely amazing. Tuesday was a run day. I actually skipped ahead 2 runs because it fit my lunch hour better. Instead of the scheduled 3 x 18 minutes of running, I did 2 X 22 minutes of running. The next two runs I will do the 3 X 18 minutes that I was supposed to do, and then skip over the one I did on Tuesday. I doubt it will derail my training. Ya gotta do what you can fit into your schedule!
Wednesday morning I planned on hitting up CrossFit. I really love when disgusting workouts are programmed. Okay, not really, but as long as I know what I’m getting myself into, I don’t mind. There is a meme war going on with my coach and a few of the athletes on Facebook. It makes me giggle.
My thoughts before doing this workout are that I’m pumped for it. I love any WOD that includes running, but I do know from this past weekend, that running with the sandbag will be difficult, especially with it being 20 minutes.
On Saturday, I ran with the bag behind my head on top of my shoulders, and post WOD, Mat was saying how carrying it that way will put more pressure on my diaphragm (am I making that up? Maybe, but I think that’s what he said), making it more difficult to breathe. Mat said holding it with one arm is a lot easier for him. To each their own, because carrying it on one side just makes that side feel so tight for me. I love having it on my shoulders solely because the weight is distributed.
Oh, post-WOD? So that means I had to go? Yup, brilliant me set my alarm for 6:11 instead of 5:11, which meant there was no way I could get ready, pack my lunch bag and get to the box before 6:30. So instead, I got a 2 mile walk in, and decided that it was probably life’s way of telling me that today would be my rest day.
I could have easily gone to CrossFit after work, but I had a girl’s night planned with my bffl Lindsay, and well best friends > working out. Seriously. Always choose friends over a workout. On Tuesday, 2 tragic deaths hit my community, neither associated with the other, and it was a simple reminder that you need to value your loved ones and to never take a day or anyone for granted. My childhood classmates lost a friend, while his family lost their son and brother, and my close friend lost her father. I cannot even imagine a life without my family, so my heart truly breaks for these families.
A night with my best friend was what I needed. There was girl talk. And card readings. And then we had a make your own fro-yo bowl party.
Arctic Zero supplied me with TEN pints of ice cream, which meant we had to taste test them. Yes, in the bottom right hand corner, Franklin her cat decided he wanted to taste test as well.
Thank goodness for a best friend who also counts macros. #WeWereMeantToBe. We ate the bowls while watching Full House. Can you say, “perfect night?” Mine was on the right. You KNOW I loaded that thang up with whipped cream!
Also, random but important question.
Remember 5ish weeks ago when I walked into a door frame and severely jammed my toe? I realized about 2 weeks ago that I actually SPLIT my toenail in half during that accident, which all makes sense now that I was in so much pain for weeks. So, do I have to let the toenail(s) fall off on their own to heal, or can I leave them on my toe and let them grow until they are no longer split? My friend said when they are ready to fall off, they will, but right now, they are still pretty much stuck to my toe. If I go get a pedicure, will they fix the issue for me? I have a serious case of runner’s feet, and they deserve to be prettified.