For reals. The combo of Sunday's race and my period this week is knocking me out. I've tried twice to work out - the first time a round of Turbo Jam and this morning a run with the dog - and both have been half-assed. I managed five minutes of Turbo Jam. And I did some speed walking with Glin until I decided that a trip to the dog park around the corner would suffice, as would a run home.

The dog park is around the corner from our house.

So, I give up. I've got my three new Turbo Jam DVDs in my hands and I just don't have it in me. I'm going to do some more yoga tonight, just to keep myself moving, but clearly my body is giving up the ghost this week. So I'm trying to get in some extra sleep, here and there, until the storm passes. I'm learning not to freak out during my period since the same thing happens, every month, and I get over it and my body readjusts back to normal. The few extra calories I consume here and there don't seem to cause any damage. The more I fight it, the more miserable I tend to be.

For next week though, I've got interval training and more Turbo Jam and an extra day of lifting planned. Last week was stellar - STELLAR! - in terms of me weight lifting. Because, in case I've never mentioned it, I HATE WEIGHT LIFTING. I'm going to try and hit a core fusion class because I've got a pass for it and I'd like to try something different.

Other than that, I'm laying low for the next couple of days.

Posted by Erin at 02:51 PM | filed under: Random